A fog drifts in, the heavy laden Cold white ghost of the sea -- One by one the hills go out, The road and the pepper-tree. I watch the fog float in at the window With the whole world gone blind, Everything, even my longing, drowses, Even the thoughts in my mind. I put my head on my hands before me, There is nothing left to be done or said, There is nothing to hope for, I am tired, And heavy as the dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ENOCH ARDEN by ALFRED TENNYSON LOVE IN A COTTAGE by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS COMPOSED AT NEIDPATH CASTLE, 1803 by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 10. TO THE MUSE by MARK AKENSIDE ORLANDO FURIOSO: CANTO 10. by LUDOVICO (LODOVICO) ARIOSTO SHADOWS OF RECOLLECTION by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN AWAKENING by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |