From the recording The Road to Elfland
One of my favorite poems is Y.B. Yeats' Song of Wandering Aengus.
Lyrics
Struck silent, beside her
with a thousand thoughts I never could deny
She said I love you, will you hold me
And watch me jump the fire as summer turns to night
And I called to her through the skies and the whispers of flight
I will meet you by the rivers green
I will meet you by a shining sea
I will meet you where the waves march on
I will wait for you on the shores of Ireland
Time offers, we choose them
And the wildest fire can die beneath the rains
I know you, in silence
at the journey's end will blow the fire flame
And the masks that wear, through the years, will burn as they fly
I will meet you by the rivers green
I will meet you by a shining sea
I will meet you where the waves march on
I will wait for you on the shores of Ireland
The changeling turns and sets her silver sails
until time and time and times again are done
I will meet you by the rivers green
I will meet you by a shining sea
I will meet you where the waves march on
I will wait for you through the years
I will wait for you my love
I will wait for you on the shores of Ireland