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? Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
