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.

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