The Silver Apples of the Moon, the Golden Apples of the Sun.

[omeron]

I went out to the hazelwood
Because a fire was in my head
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 laid it on the floor
And went to blow the fire aflame
Something rustled on the floor
And someone called me by my name.

It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossoms in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And vanished 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 hand.

And walk through long green appled grass
And pluck till time and times are done
The Silver Apples of the Moon
The Golden Apples of the Sun.
- W. B. Yeats, referenced in Illuminatus
You can hear Goddess Herself manifest in the form of a choral arrangement of this poem at http://www.gwynethwalker.com/thesilve.html

[Clichés_Dyed_4_My_Sins]

And here I was, reading along and thinking it could use an edit of the double "lands" reference at; "Through hollow lands and hilly lands".
Yeah, edit Yeats Y don't I!  

Thank you for sharing a lovely read and music to my ears.

[illusion]

That's so very pretty.

[the last yatto]

you have an odd taste of viewing

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Why, Yatto? Why? 

[Jenne]

I gotcher golden apples right here... *smirk*