The Song of the Wandering Aengus - W.B. Yeats

I went out to the hazel wood, Because a fire was in my head, And cut and peeled a hazel wand, And hooked a berry to a thread; And when white moths were on the wing, And moth-like stars were flickering out, I dropped the berry in a stream And caught a little silver trout. When I had laid it on the floor I went to blow the fire a-flame, But something rustled on the floor, And someone called me by my name: It had become a glimmering girl With apple blossom in her hair Who called me by my name and ran And faded through the brightening air. Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done, The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun. Source: The Wind Among the Reeds (1899)

I was taken by the beauty of this piece, a number one hit of 1925.

“ Oh, I wish I had someone to love me, Someone to call me their own, Oh, I wish I had someone to live with, 'Cause I'm tired of livin' alone.

Oh, please meet me tonight in the moonlight, Please meet me tonight all alone, For I have a sad story to tell you, It's a story that's never been told.

Now, if I had the wings of an angel, Over these prison walls I would fly, And I'd fly to the arms of my poor darlin', And there I'll be willing to die.

So please meet me tonight in the moonlight, Please meet me tonight all alone, For I have a sad story to tell you, It's a story that's never been told.”

She sends me blue valentines, All the way from Philadelphia, To mark the anniversary, Of someone that I used to be, And it feels just like a warrant, Is out for my arrest. Baby, you got me checkin', In my rearview mirror, That's why I'm always on the run, That's why I changed my name, And I didn't think you'd ever find me here. To send me blue valentines, Like half-forgotten dreams, Like a pebble in my shoe, As I walk these streets, And the ghost of your memory, Baby, it's the thistle in the kiss, It's the burglar that can break a rose's neck, It's the tattooed broken promise, I gotta hide beneath my sleeve, I'm going to see you every time I turn my back. She sends me blue valentines, Though I try to remain at large, They're insisting that our love, Must have a eulogy, Why do I save all of this madness? Here in the nightstand drawer, There to haunt upon my shoulders? Baby, I know, I'd be luckier to walk around everywhere I go, With this blind and broken heart, That sleeps beneath my lapel. Instead, these blue valentines, To remind me of my cardinal sin, I can never wash the guilt, Or get these bloodstains off my hands, And it takes a lot of whiskey, To make these nightmares go away, And I cut my bleedin' heart out every night, And I'm going to die just a little more on each St. Valentines day. Don't you remember, I promised I would write you? These blue valentines... Blue valentines... Blue valentines ...

"It's So Nice To Have Love Can't you feel her pain? She needs someone to touch at night alone, She needs someone to comfort her then. You caused her agony by taking away The only thing she ever cared to love, You tampered with her heart. Don't believe that you are not the one To blame for it all, oh, Cover your hands Turn your face to the wall, Can't you remember? You can't remember then. You think you've got it made. You've got yourself a love That's more than you ever hoped That you could have You can't remember when you walked the streets alone And darkness plagued your every waking hour of the day. It's so easy when everything is right Grooving along with a song Oh, can't you recall some terror in the night? Can't you remember? You can't remember then. It's so nice to have love It's so nice to have love It's so nice to have love. So young and beautiful They bring a joy to me, a love of life That I have never known before. Sweet and innocent They can't believe, they won't believe The things that causes their love to die And if you would like to walk hand in hand If you'd like to see the sun Oh, just believe no one will hurt you now. Can't you remember? You can't remember then. It's so nice to have your love It's so nice to have your love It's so nice to have your love.

O, what plague is this?

O, what plague is this? 

That festers so sweetly in the bosom, 

And sticks like pine tar until I am feverish,

Then strikes me down and leaves me poisoned,

All the while without a soul to bear witness?

 I seek no release and get no treatment,

 I smile a false smile and give no lead,

 I let it rot until once again I am hollow, 

Missing one more opportunity, 

Stricken down by my universal fear. 

The fever breaks and the dreams end,

The fever breaks and gone is the pain,

Until once again I feel the pang, 

And into the dreadful disease, 

I go again, foolhardily failing to see.

She looks at me and I her and we smile and greet each other feebly, and I know I like her as I smile and blush, and hope that I'm not imagining she likes me too.