The Song of the Wandering Angus

這首詩唸於太平洋海邊，在風歇止時，可以聽到海潮拍岸的聲音，我躲在石縫間錄音，陪我走到海邊的狗狗享用著沙上的魚，那是十分熾熱的夏天。

　　The Song of the Wandering Angus
　　by 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 some one 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.