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OVERCAST SUNRISE
The sky is spattered with clouds,
Pink clouds,
And behind them is the reluctant blue of dawn.
The hemlock-trees move to a weary wind,
And the clouds lose their brightness,
Gathering to a dull day.
Pink clouds,
And behind them is the reluctant blue of dawn.
The hemlock-trees move to a weary wind,
And the clouds lose their brightness,
Gathering to a dull day.
Morning, you observe—
But the night was more shining in my thoughts.
O realistic generation,
Who do not get abroad while still the clouds are pink
And the sky concerned only with how much colour it will choose to wear!
But the night was more shining in my thoughts.
O realistic generation,
Who do not get abroad while still the clouds are pink
And the sky concerned only with how much colour it will choose to wear!
