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