The Wild Swans at Coole by W. B. Yeats | Poems Rethabile Likes
The Wild Swans of Coole by W. B. Yeats | Poems Rethabile Likes The Wild Swans at Coole by W. B. Yeats The trees are in their autumn beauty, The woodland paths are dry, Under the October twilight the water Mirrors a still sky; Upon the brimming water among the stones Are nine and fifty swans. The nineteenth Autumn has come upon me Since I first made my count; I saw, before I had well finished, All suddenly mount And scatter wheeling in great broken rings Upon their clamorous wings. I have looked upon those brilliant creatures, And now my heart is sore. All's changed s...