Upon the brimming water among the stones

THE trees are in their autumn beauty,

Delight mens eyes when I awake some day

Companionable streams or climb the air;

Their hearts have九-九-藏-書 not grown old;

To find they have flown away?

Since I first made my count;

I have looked upon those brilliant creatures,

Among what rushes will they build,

Attend upon them still.

I saw, before I had well finished,

All suddenly mount

Upon their clamorous wings.

Alls changed since I, read.99csw.comhearing at twilight,

Are nine-and-fifty Swans.

But now they drift on the still water,

The nineteenth autumn has come upon me

And now my heart is sore.

They paddle in the cold

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Mysterious, beautiful;

The first time on this shore,

The woodland paths are dry,

And scatter wheeling in great broken rings

By what lakes edge or pool

Mirrors a sreａｄ•99csw.cｏmtill sky;

Passion or conquest, wander where they will,

The bell-beat of their wings above my head,

Under the October twilight the water

Trod with a lighter tread.

Unwearied still, lover by lover,