| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Father, Where do the Wild Swans Go? | | By Charles Wharton Stork, trans. |
| | From the Danish of Ludwig Holstein
Father, where do the wild swans go? | |
| Far, far. Ceaselessly winging, | |
| Their necks outstraining, they haste them singing | |
| Far, far. Whither, none may know. | |
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| Father, where do the cloud-ships go? | 5 |
| Far, far. The winds pursue them, | |
| And over the shining heaven strew them | |
| Far, far. Whither, none may know. | |
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| Father, where do the days all go? | |
| Far, far. Each runs and races— | 10 |
| No one can catch them, they leave no traces— | |
| Far, far. Whither, none may know. | |
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| But father, we—where do we then go? | |
| Far, far. Our dim eyes veiling, | |
| With bended head we go sighing, wailing | 15 |
| Far, far. Whither, none may know. | | | | |
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