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User:Pjoef/Quotes/Autumnal equinox – Thursday, 19 June 2025
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Autumnal equinox

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I Wish You All a Wonderful Autumn 2025!

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Vincent van Gogh (1853–1890), Autumn’s trees

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William Butler Yeats (1865–1939)
The Wild Swans at Coole (1919)
“The Wild Swans at Coole”

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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.


I have looked upon those brilliant creatures,
And now my heart is sore.
All’s changed since I, hearing at twilight,
The first time on this shore,
The bell-beat of their wings above my head,
Trod with a lighter tread.


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.


But now they drift on the still water
Mysterious, beautiful;
Among what rushes will they build,
By what lake’s edge or pool
Delight men’s eyes, when I awake some day
To find they have flown away?

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And, if you live in the Southern Hemisphere, then...
I Wish You a Happy Spring 2025!