The Wild Swans At Coole
Passion or conquest, wander where they will,
The woodland paths are dry,
And scatter wheeling in great broken rings
Mirrors a still sky;
They paddle in the cold
The nineteenth 九九藏书autumn has come upon me
Under the October twilight the water
Alls changed since I, hearing at twilight,
I have looked upon those brilliant creatures,
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Trod with a lighter tread.
Companionable streams or climb the air;
Among what rushes will they build,
All suddenly mount
Since I first made my co
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To find they have flown away?
By what lakes edge or pool
The Wild Swans At Coole
Mysterious, beautiful;
Attend upon them still.
Delight mens e九九藏书网yes when I awake some day
Their hearts have not grown old;
Upon the brimming water among the stones
Upon their clamorous wings.
Unwearied still, lover by lover,
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But now they drift on the still water,
And now my heart is sore.
I saw, before I had well finished,
The bell-beat of their wings above my head,