Sad-Eyed and soft and grey thou art, o morn! <br />Across the long grass of the marshy plain <br />Thy west wind whispers of the coming rain, <br />Thy lark forgets that May is grown forlorn <br />Above the lush blades of the springing corn, <br />Thy thrush within the high elms strives in vain <br />To store up tales of spring for summer's pain - <br />Vain day, why wert thou from the dark night born? <br /> <br />O many-voiced strange morn, why must thou break <br />With vain desire the softness of my dream <br />Where she and I alone on earth did seem? <br />How hadst thou heart from me that land to take <br />Wherein she wandered softly for my sake <br />And I and she no harm of love might deem?<br /><br />William Morris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sad-eyed-and-soft-and-grey/
