Gray Fog

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Gray Fog
by Sara Teasdale


A fog drifts in, the heavy laden
     Cold white ghost of the sea --
One by one the hills go out,
     The road and the pepper-tree.

I watch the fog float in at the window
     With the whole world gone blind,
Everything, even my longing, drowses,
     Even the thoughts in my mind.

I put my head on my hands before me,
     There is nothing left to be done or said,
There is nothing to hope for, I am tired,
     And heavy as the dead.


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