Heaven-invading hills are drowned <br />In wide moving waves of mist, <br />Phlox before my door are wound <br />In dripping wreaths of amethyst. <br /> <br />Ten feet away the solid earth <br />Changes into melting cloud, <br />There is a hush of pain and mirth, <br />No bird has heart to speak aloud. <br /> <br />Here in a world without a sky, <br />Without the ground, without the sea, <br />The one unchanging thing is I, <br />Myself remains to comfort me.<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/white-fog/
