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. T HE 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 ...