When Day With Evening Blending

Sylvia Plath
William Wordsworth
T.S. Eliot
Robert Frost
Christina Rossetti
Emily Brontë
Lord Byron
Maya Angelou
Edgar Allan Poe
Emily Dickinson

Trawling your dark as owls do,
the sun above the mountain’s head
licked its tongue into the corners of the evening.
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I –
in the summer twilight.

When day with evening blending
and the midnight moon is weaving,

I rise.

Let my heart be still a moment
and this mystery explore –
wild nights –
wild nights!

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