by Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892 - 1950)

I looked in my heart while the wild...
Language: English 
I looked in my heart [while]1 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!

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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
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Word count: 70