#001 Literary Echoes

'EVENING LAKE' BY THOMAS CAMERON

‘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?’

WB YEATS

Extract from "The Wild Swans at Coole"