Windy and grey the morning, <br />Rainy and low the light; <br />A woman wandered by me, <br />And, O! her cheeks were white! <br />A man came out to meet her, <br />But never a word he said, <br />Till she laid her hands upon his breast, <br />And whispered, “He is dead.” <br />They two looked at each other, <br />And the love and the loss of years <br />Went over their faces like a cloud, <br />Breaking into tears. <br />I knew she had been watching <br />The sorrowful long night through, <br />And when her watch was over, <br />A sweet life was over too. <br />I knew he had been waiting <br />For a word which he felt before; <br />But faint hope came with her coming step, <br />Then went for evermore. <br />They two looked at each other, <br />And silently passed away; <br />And the winter sun went wearily up, <br />To make another day.<br /><br />Menella Bute Smedley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/windy-and-grey-morning/
