Wild Swans by Edna St. Vincent Millay — Read

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!