Set by John Mitchell (1941-) op. 51(1983),
from Five Lyrics by Edna St. Vincent Millay, no. 2.
Text by Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892-1950)
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!
The Beauty of Touch
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