Uploaded August 2018 | Updated September 2026, 3 weeks ago

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GOING SANE - Long ago, in the Springtime of their marriage, many villagers wondered how they always seemed content together. Some asked what their secret was. Their great secret was that they never kept secrets. There was never any doubt between them about loyalty, but moreover, they could share their most troubled thoughts with each other - their kindness was like a home within a home. “Look at you,” she told him one day when he’d returned from battle, “blood on your face blood on your hands. Sit down.”

“I fight some who are mad,” he said, taking a seat by the fire, “and I fear that, in fighting them over and over, their madness becomes mine. I dragged a Berserker down with my Claymore. That was moments ago. Now I’m back here with you. The Berserker fought me in a land far away. I don’t know how I got there, my Love. I don’t know how I got back from the place of blood whence I came. Here you and I. We are talking. I feel calm again. What is happening?”

She said, “Let us go outside. I have something to show you.”

They walked through some trees, and some of the trees said hello with a strange glow as it would soon become night. Then, when there was a little clearing, his wife stopped. With her hands she began digging at the dirt on the ground. He bent down and began digging with her. They dug. “Just a little more,” she said. “Careful, now, we do not want to ruin it.”

She reached down and pulled up a scroll. It was rolled and sealed with wax. She shook the dirt from it and it looked like brand new parchment.

“My father gave this to me. He said the ancient Bards speak to each other at all times and in this scroll are the words of a Bard from the future who spoke to him. My father wrote down what he heard. I have not read this. He made me promise to give this scroll to you, and he asked that you read it aloud to me. So that we may live forever.”

With the remaining light he opened the scroll and read it to his wife:

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 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.

– WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

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