THE GRAY MORNINGS
The gray mornings I well remember,
The gray mountains new-waked from slumber,
The gray dews on the trees and hedges,
And in gray distance the gray sea's edges.
The gray mountains new-waked from slumber,
The gray dews on the trees and hedges,
And in gray distance the gray sea's edges.
Cool it was, sweet beyond telling,
The gray-green hay in the pastures smelling,
The gray meadows wet as a river,
The gray dew where the grass-blades quiver.
The gray-green hay in the pastures smelling,
The gray meadows wet as a river,
The gray dew where the grass-blades quiver.
Gray gulls and the sea-gray swallow
Take the track that my heart would follow.
Home from the heat and the cruel weather,
That I and my heart might fare together!
Take the track that my heart would follow.
Home from the heat and the cruel weather,
That I and my heart might fare together!
Purple-gray are the wild hills showing,
Silver-gray is the west wind blowing.
O gray fields and gray hills behind you,
Would my feet might follow and find you!
Silver-gray is the west wind blowing.
O gray fields and gray hills behind you,
Would my feet might follow and find you!
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