The Wild Swans at Coole

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The Wild Swans at Coole	[1]
In Memory of Major Robert Gregory	[4]
An Irish Airman foresees his Death	[13]
Men improve with the Years	[14]
The Collar-Bone of a Hare	[15]
Under the Round Tower	[17]
Solomon to Sheba	[19]
The Living Beauty	[21]
A Song	[22]
To a Young Beauty	[23]
To a Young Girl	[24]
The Scholars	[25]
Tom O'Roughley	[26]
The Sad Shepherd	[27]
Lines written in Dejection	[39]
The Dawn	[40]
On Woman	[41]
The Fisherman	[44]
The Hawk	[46]
Memory	[47]
Her Praise	[48]
The People	[50]
His Phoenix	[54]
A Thought from Propertius	[58]
Broken Dreams	[59]
A Deep-Sworn Vow	[63]
Presences	[64]
The Balloon of the Mind	[66]
To a Squirrel at Kyle-Na-Gno	[67]
On being asked for a War Poem	[68]
In Memory of Alfred Pollexfen	[69]
Upon a Dying Lady	[72]
Ego Dominus Tuus	[79]
A Prayer on going into my House	[86]
The Phases of the Moon	[88]
The Cat and the Moon	[102]
The Saint and the Hunchback	[104]
Two Songs of a Fool	[106]
Another Song of a Fool	[108]
The Double Vision of Michael Robartes	[109]
Note	[115]

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.

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THE WILD SWANS AT COOLE