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 streamAnd caught a little silver trout.
The first stanza is focused on the natural world and how simple things seem mystical for the foreign wanderer. This could be seen as how humanity thinks the unknown is far more mysterious then it really is. Likely the poem is narrated by a younger speaker as their actions reek of wonderment.