A FOG drifts in, the heavy laden <br />Cold white ghost of the sea— <br />One by one the hills go out, <br />The road and the pepper-tree. <br />I watch the fog float in at the window <br />With the whole world gone blind, <br />Everything, even my longing, drowses, <br />Even the thoughts in my mind. <br />I put my head on my hands before me, <br />There is nothing left to be done or said, <br />There is nothing to hope for, I am tired, <br />And heavy as the dead.<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gray-fog/
