The Wild Swans At Coole letra

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?

A Bit Of Goldmood - Letras

• A Model For The Laureate
• A model for the Laurete
• A Prayer On Going Into My House
• A Song For Douglas (after He's Dead)
• At The Blue Gates Of Death
• Come Gather Round Me, Parnellites
• Drip, Drip
• Feng Shui
• Horsey
• Ich Bin Verliebt!
• Lapis Lazuli
• Lost Ones
• Men Improve With The Years
• Raio No Terrasu (Jesus Wept)
• The Spirit Medium
• The Wild Swans At Coole
• Those Images
• To His Coy Mistress
• When The May Rain Comes