Wild Swans
Edna St. Vincent Millay
1892 to 1950
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Tiresome heart, forever living and dying,
The town again, trailing your legs and crying!
Nothing to match the flight of wild birds flying.
I looked in my heart while the wild swans went over.
Wild swans, come over the town, come over
And what did I see I had not seen before?
Only a question less or a question more;
House without air, I leave you and lock your door.