Wild Swans

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Title:     Wild Swans
Author: Edna St Vincent Millay [More Titles by Millay]

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!

[The end]
Edna St Vincent Millay's poem: Wild Swans

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