A Hymn to the Evening Soon as the sun forsook the eastern mainThe pealing thunder shook the heav’nly plain;Majestic grandeur! From the zephyr’s wing,Exhales the incense of the blooming spring.Soft purl the streams, the birds renew their notes,And through the air their mingled music floats.Through all the heav’ns what beauteous dies are spread!But the west … Continue reading My Favorite Phillis Wheatley Poem