A bleak wind rides on the waves,
And the shadowy 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 moods 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.
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