William Butler Yeats - The Wild Swans at Coole lyrics

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?