Day 3 May 22nd Club Castlenel Castalla

Los Angeles 7.00 PM

John found our Golden Treasury of Verse today, and was thrilled to find the W B Yeats poem The Wild Swans of Coole.

We visited Coole Park scores of times when we lived in County Clare, apart for looking for the wild swans ( we only ever saw a pair) we loved the boxed hedge garden ,the amazing lime green butterflies that always seemed to fly in pairs,and of course the great tea room.

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	5
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	10
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,	15
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,	20
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	25
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?	30