Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay

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 over
The town again, trailing your legs and crying!

1. The Wagon Stopped before the House
2. She Let Them Leave Their Jellies
3. I Shall Go Back Again
4. That Love at Length Should Find
5. I Pray You If You Love Me

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