• Wild Swans by Edna St. Vincent Millay

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• " 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!"

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• Sonnet XLIII by Edna St. Vincent Millay

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• "What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why, / I have forgotten, and what arms have lain / Under my head till morning; but the rain / Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh / Upon the glass and listen for reply, / And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain / -- / Thus in winter stands the lonely tree, / Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one, / Yet knows its boughs more silent than before: / I cannot say what loves have come and gone, / I only know that summer sang in me / A little while, that in me sings no more."