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 upon the 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.
from The Wild Swans at Coole
William Butler Yeats


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I love that slightly misty last one with the feathers scattered on the water.
ReplyDeleteThe two, with one head over the other ...enchanting !
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