An elderly Irish woman stopped, and we chatted, swans are sacred in Celtic tradition to St Brigid: she said "Yeats wrote right about them"
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?
Source: The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/172060
The heath and the ponds are under threat, please read and if you suppirt, sign the petition
https://you.38degrees.org.uk/petitions/stop-heavy-construction-on-hampstead-heath
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