The Wild Swans at Coole
W.B.Yeats:Thetreesareintheirautumnbeauty,Thewoodlandspathsaredry,UndertheOctobertwilightthewaterMirrorsastillsky;UponthebrimmingwateramongthestonesArenine-and-fiftyswans.ThenineteenthautumnhascomeuponmeSinceIfirstmademycount;Isaw,beforeIhadwellfinished,AllsuddenlymountAndscatterwheelingingreatbrokenringsUpontheirclamorouswings.Ihavelookeduponthosebrilliantcreatures,Andnowmyheartissore.All'schangedsinceI,hearingattwilight,ThefirsttimeonthisshoreThebell-beatoftheirwingsabovemyhead,Trodwithalightertread.Unweariedstill,loverbylover,TheypaddleinthecoldCompanionablestreamsorclimbtheair;Theirheartshavenotgrownold;Passionorconquest,wanderwheretheywill,Attenduponthemstill.Butnowtheydriftonthestillwater,Mysterious,beautiful;Amongwhatrusheswilltheybuild,Bywhatlake'sedgeorpoolDelightmen'seyeswhenIawakesomedayTofindtheyhaveflownaway?