A Grey Day
I wait alone in a stranger's land,
By unremembered floods I stand,
Whose shores unhaunted are.
I sorrow, and who shall comfort me?
The wide grey sky or the wide grey sea?
Or Love that lingers afar?
But Love has no help for my heart's behoof;
The sky is flat as a prison-roof.
Hopeless of moon or star.
Oh sea take my heart in thy waves and beat
Its passion out at the tardy feet
Of Love that lingers afar.
Thou shouldst not sorrow, sad wind, but I,
But I, oh I; for canst thou not fly
And follow thy wish over border and bar?
Thou, soulless wind, canst arise and go.
While my wild desire is too faint and slow
To reach him who lingers afar.
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