〈The Wild Swans At Coole 〉 ◎W.B.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. 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? 这首诗如果是小马学姊你看到，会不会很热血的说一句：「这就是青春啊！」 今天社办好热闹，卡鲁狼学长来了，还无预警出现阿牙学长和安邑学长(後者看来是我睡 着时出现的)一整个开心呢，听前辈说他们的故事。想找一天好好看看之前的留言本们。 -- ──於是我们穿越了黑夜与白天的界线 我们丧失睡眠，却化身为恶梦。 ──像一支深入黑夜的孤军 --

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