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. I See So Clearly Now My Similar Years
2. Still Will I Harvest Beauty
3. From the Wan Dream
4. Lord Archer, Death
5. Loving You Less Than Life

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