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