Grey

A bleak wind rides on the waves,

   And the shadow foam is hurled.

Grey rains are on the hills,

   And a grey dusk is over the world.

Bleak moods and shadowy moods

   Move like the mood of the sea;

The mist, a grey unspoken thought,

   Is looking strangely at me.

And I am lost in greyness--

   My dreams are still and furled;

For the grey rains are on the hills,

   And a grey dusk is over the world.