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...PORTRAIT OF A BOY by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET CONTRA MORTEM: THE MOON by HAYDEN CARRUTH HIGH PLAINS RAG by JAMES GALVIN DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 6. SUNSET IN THE TROPICS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE CANDLE by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE GULF by KATHERINE MANSFIELD |