"The wild swans at Coole" lyrics
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’s come upon me
since I made my count,
I saw before I had well finished
All suddenly mount
And scatter reeling in great broken rings
Upon their clamarous wings
I have looked upon these brilliant creatures
and now my heart is sore
All’s changed since I hearing at twilight
The first time on this shore
The bell beat of their wings
Above my head!
Tread with a lighter thread
About my song
Famous Poem by Yeates


