t Coole
trees are in tumy,
ths are dry,
Uober twiliger
Mirrors a still sky;
Upon ter among tones
Are nine-and-fifty Swans.
teentumn has e upon me
Since I first made my t;
I saw, before I had well finished,
All suddenly mount
And scatter w broken rings
Upon their clamorous wings.
I creatures,
And now my is sore.
Alls c t,
t time on this shore,
t of their wings above my head,
trod er tread.
Unill, lover by lover,
the cold
panioreams or climb the air;
ts grown old;
Passion or quest, wander whey will,
Attend upon till.
But no on till er,
Mysterious, beautiful;
Among w rushey build,
By w lakes edge or pool
Delight mens eyes when I awake some day
to find they have flown away?
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