The Wild Swans at Coole BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSThe trees are in their autumn beauty,The woodland paths are dry,Under the October twilight the waterMirrors a still sky;Upon the brimming water among the stonesAre nine-and-fifty swans. The nineteenth autumn has come upon meSince I first made my count;I saw, before I had well finished,All suddenly mountAndContinue reading “The Wild Swans at Coole : William Butler Yeats : : October Poems : : Months Poems : :”
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On an Apple-Ripe September Morning : Patrick Kavanagh : : September Poems : : Months Poems : :
On An Apple-Ripe September Morning : : By Patrick Kavanagh : County Monaghan : : : : : : On an apple-ripe September morningThrough the mist-chill fields I wentWith a pitch-fork on my shoulderLess for use than for devilment. The threshing mill was set-up, I knew,In Cassidy’s haggard last night,And we owed them a dayContinue reading “On an Apple-Ripe September Morning : Patrick Kavanagh : : September Poems : : Months Poems : :”
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