The Wild Swans at Coole by W.B. Yeats
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?
Theme(s)
- Aging (Passing of Time)
- Fear of losing sense of self / creativity
Poetic Techniques
- Metaphor
- Alliteration
- Onomatopoeia
Rhyme + Structure
- Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDD
- 6 line stanzas, 5 stanzas
Tone + Mood
- Nostalgic
- Loneliness
- Reflective
- Longing
Imagery
- 59 swans
- Flying and making noise
Symbolism
- Swans: represent creativity
- Swans: beauty, elegance, graceful