"The Song of Wandering Aengus" by William Butler 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 aflame,
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.


Author's Note:

As I write this in 2016, it has been five years since I began writing and posting this story, my first and longest work of fan fiction. I am now taking steps to revise this story, particularly in the earliest chapters.

I recently received a review from someone who was very disappointed with the direction in which I took this story because it went against the expectations I had implicitly set up. I don't want that to happen again, so this is sort of a disclaimer (which you can skip if you'd rather go into this narrative with no expectations at all):

This story is basically a series rewrite, written for my own pleasure, and shared for the pleasure of readers who have similar interests as me. I could say that it wrote itself, but instead I attribute its existence to the inspiration of my muse, the Holy Spirit. The events of Book 1 deviate from the canon more than any other part of the story, and those deviations cause later events to play out differently than the canon, though the events themselves are much the same. The plotline tends to come back to the canon, because the way I see it, the rest of the events in the Avatar world continue to go the same way. I hope that the changes I have made are enough to hold your interest and satisfy your imagination.