Twilight || by Robert Frost || Robert Frost's Poem Twilight

Twilight 

  -by Robert Frost

Why am I first in thy so sad regard,

O twilight gazing from I know not where?

I  fear myself as one more than I guessed!

Am I instead of one so very fair?-

That thou art sorrowful and I oppressed?

High in the isolating air,

Over the inattentive moon,

two birds sail on great wings,

And vanish soon

( And the leave the north sky bare )

The far-felt solitudes that harbor night,

Wake to the singing of the wood-bird's fright

By invocation, o wide silentness,

Thy spirit and my spirit pass in air!

They are unmemoried consciousness,

Nor great nor less!

And thou art here and I am everywhere!

Source: Friends Classics, Robert Frost Selected Poems.