The grey-green stretch of sandy grass, Indefinitely desolate; A sea of lead, a sky of slate; Already autumn in the air, alas! One stark monotony of stone, The long hotel, acutely white, Against the after-sunset light Withers grey-green, and takes the grass's tone. Listless and endless it outlies, And means, to you and me, no more Than any pebble on the shore, Or this indifferent moment as it dies. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HEAVEN-HAVEN; A NUN TAKES THE VEIL by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS BEAUTIFUL SNOW by JOHN WHITAKER WATSON DICING by AGATHIAS SCHOLASTICUS THE CUCKOO by ALEXANDER ANDERSON FIRST SAMUEL: AFTER THE SHAMANS by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE WHISTLE OF THE TRAIN by LEVI BISHOP AFFINITES: 2 by MATHILDE BLIND THE WANDERER: 3. IN ENGLAND: THE DEATH OF KING HACON by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |