Eldest Dude is ...

one smart dude.



And I'm so glad it was his homework, not mine, to diagram The Song of Wandering Aengus.

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 a-flame,
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 an ran
And faded through the brightening air.

Though I am old with wandering
Throught hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and tak 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.
- W. B. Yeats





And drat, I lost the other piece of paper (with the last stanza) before I took a picture of it. This simple little assignment comes courtesy of Eldest Dude's hard & diligent work in his awesome writing program, Classical Writing: Diogenes, as taught by the brilliant, friendly and engaging Kathy Weitz.