# Golden apples of the sun

> As of Nov 5, 2026, Golden apples of the sun has no recorded sale.

- Page: https://www.gondi.xyz/collections/makersplace-2a46/37999
- Collection: [MakersPlace](https://www.gondi.xyz/collections/makersplace-2a46.md)
- Token ID: [37999](https://etherscan.io/nft/0x2a46f2ffd99e19a89476e2f62270e0a35bbf0756/37999)
- Contract: [0x2a46f2ffd99e19a89476e2f62270e0a35bbf0756](https://etherscan.io/address/0x2a46f2ffd99e19a89476e2f62270e0a35bbf0756) (ERC-721)
- Owner: [Cr1Xu5](https://www.gondi.xyz/0x905c1271e484d69e48921c60968cfe8fa67fc27e)
- Image: https://i2c.seadn.io/ethereum/0x2a46f2ffd99e19a89476e2f62270e0a35bbf0756/524d3fd94d9c6e80fcc9b3e88918b8/d3524d3fd94d9c6e80fcc9b3e88918b8.jpeg?w=1000

## Description

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.

~Yeats

Data from GONDI (https://www.gondi.xyz), Nov 5, 2026.