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Wild Swans by Edna St. Vincent 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! You can find this poem in The Collected Poems of Edna St. Vincent Millay.