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!