I looked in my heart while the wild swans went over. <br />And what did I see I had not seen before? <br />Only a question less or a question more: <br />Nothing to match the flight of wild birds flying. <br />Tiresome heart, forever living and dying, <br />House without air, I leave you and lock your door. <br />Wild swans, come over the town, come over <br />The town again, trailing your legs and crying!<br /><br />Edna St. Vincent Millay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wild-swans/
