Read the selection and choose the best answer to each
question.
The Song of Wandering Aengus
By W.B. Yeats
andemsp;andemsp;I went out to the hazel wood,
andemsp;andemsp;Because a fire was in my head,
andemsp;andemsp;And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
(4)andensp;And hooked a berry to a thread;
andemsp;andemsp;And when white moths were on the wing,
andemsp;andemsp;And moth-like stars were flickering out,
andemsp;andemsp;I dropped the berry in a stream
(8)andensp;And caught a little silver trout.
andemsp;andemsp;When I had laid it on the floor
andemsp;andemsp;I went to blow the fire a-flame,
andemsp;andemsp;But something rustled on the floor,
(12)And someone called me by my name:
andemsp;andemsp;It had become a glimmering girl
andemsp;andemsp;With apple blossom in her hair,
andemsp;andemsp;Who called me by my name and ran
(16)And faded through the brightening air.
andemsp;andemsp;Though I am old with wandering
andemsp;andemsp;Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
andemsp;andemsp;I will find out where she has gone,
(20)And kiss her lips and take her hands;
andemsp;andemsp;And walk among long dappled grass,
andemsp;andemsp;And pluck till time and times are done
andemsp;andemsp;The silver apples of the moon,
(24)The golden apples of the sun.