Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл)

Gray Fog

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.

1. I Remembered
2. Spring Torrents
3. In Spring, Santa Barbara
4. Nahant
5. Open Windows

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