I have looked upon the troubled grey Of sullen, tossing waves and lowering skies; Have heard the sea birds' shrill and anxious cries As, one by one, they lift and wheel away; I long for gold and blue; not this dull day Enfolding distant hills with mists that rise To meet dark clouds; I scorn with aching eyes This monotone of sky and leaden bay. @3To grey-haired folk the road more lonely grows ... The grey-eyed ones of earth must travel far ... Renunciation wears a somber gown@1... As thus I dream, a line of cinnebar Broadens along the western hill-crest, glows; A shaft of quivering sunlight filters down. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TRIFLE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DE LITTLE PICKANINNY'S GONE TO SLEEP by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE BEST [THING IN THE WORLD] by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE INDIAN EMPEROR: SONG by JOHN DRYDEN ITALY SWEET TOO! by JOHN KEATS |