The Wild Swans At Coole Lyrics

The trees are in their autumn beauty,the woodland paths are dry,Under the October twilight the watermirrors a still sky;upon the brimming water among the stonesare nine-and-fifty swans.The nineteenth autumn has come upoon meSince I first made my count;I saw, before I had well finished,All suddenly mountAnd scatter wheeling in great broken ringsUpon their clamotous wings.I have looked upon those 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,Trod with a lighter tread.Unwearied still, lover by lover,They paddle in the coldCompanionable streams or climb the air;Their hearts have not grown old;Passion or conquest, wonder they will,Attend upon them still.