Wild Swans
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Wild Swans was published in Millay's collection, Second April (1921),

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 might also enjoy the poem by William Butler Yeats, titled The Wild Swans at Coole.
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