<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=336468" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Wild Swans At Coole</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The trees are in their autumn beauty,<br>The woodland paths are dry,<br>Under the October twilight the water<br>Mirrors a still sky;<br>Upon the brimming water among the stones<br>Are nine-and-fifty Swans.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The nineteenth autumn has come upon me<br>Since I first made my count;<br>I saw, before I had well finished,<br>All suddenly mount<br>And scatter wheeling in great broken rings<br>Upon their clamorous wings.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have looked upon those brilliant creatures,<br>And now my heart is sore.<br>All's changed since I, hearing at twilight,<br>The first time on this shore,<br>The bell-beat of their wings above my head,<br>Trod with a lighter tread.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Unwearied still, lover by lover,<br>They paddle in the cold<br>Companionable streams or climb the air;<br>Their hearts have not grown old;<br>Passion or conquest, wander where they will,<br>Attend upon them still.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But now they drift on the still water,<br>Mysterious, beautiful;<br>Among what rushes will they build,<br>By what lake's edge or pool<br>Delight men's eyes when I awake some day<br>To find they have flown away?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Butler+Yeats">William Butler Yeats</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=336468" data-title="The Wild Swans At Coole de William Butler Yeats" data-description="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 mad..."></div> </div> </div>

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