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Gray Fog

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.

Flame and Shadow


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