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.
Gray Fog
Sara Teasdale
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Poem topics: hope, sea, tree, world, head, white, mind, cold, ghost, blind, tired, watch, window, fog, heavy, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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