"The Wild Swans at Coole"

Under the October twilight the water
mirrors the still sky:
Upon the brimming water among the stones
Are nine-and fifty swans.
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.

William Butler Yeats