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“The Wild Swans at Coole” By William Butler Yeats

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RNTsZ7kS1WE[/youtube] 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 […]

An Acre Of Grass, W.B. Yeats

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