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10 August, 13:14

From "The Wild Swans at Coole" by William Butler 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.

Where is "The Wild Swans at Coole" set?

near a cabin

on a boat

at a lake

by a pool