Acceptance Poem By Robert Frost
When the spent sun thiOWS up its rays on cloud
And goes down burning Into the gulf belo\v,
No VOIce In nature is heard to cry aloud
At what has happened. BIrds, at ~least, must know’
It IS the change to darkness in the sky
Murmunng somethIng qUIet In her breast,
One bIrd begins to close a faded eye, -I
Or overtaken too far from his nest, ”
Hurrying low above the grove, some waif,
Swoops just in time to his remembered tree.
At most he thinks or tWItters softly, ‘Safe! I
Now let the night be dark for all of me.
Let the night be too dark for me to see
Into the future. Let what WIll be, be,’