Gray

A bleak wind is riding on the waves, And the shadowy foam is hurled; And the gray rains are on the hills And a gray dusk is over the world. And bleak moods and shadowy moods Move like the moods of the sea, And mist, like a gray unspoken thought, Is looking strangely at me. And I am lost in grayness, My dreams are still and furled, For the gray rains are on the hills And a gray dusk is over the world.