letra de wb yeats - the wild swans at coole - ghizela rowe
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 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 cold
companionable streams or climb the air;
their hearts have not grown old;
passion or conquest, wander where they will
attend upon them still
but now they drift on the still water
mysterious, beautiful;
among what rushes will they build
by what lake’s edge or pool
delight men’s eyes when i awake some day
to find they have flown away?
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