I HAVE drunk ale from the Country of the Young br And weep because I know all things now: br I have been a hazel-tree, and they hung br The Pilot Star and the Crooked Plough br Among my leaves in times out of mind: br I became a rush that horses tread: br I became a man, a hater of the wind, br Knowing one, out of all things, alone, that his head br May not lie on the breast nor his lips on thc hair br Of the woman that he loves, until he dies.