The Golden Darkness/Grey

GREY.
A bleak wind is riding on the waves,
And the shadowy foam is hurled;
And the grey rains are on the hills
And a grey dusk is over the world.

And bleak moods and shadowy moods
Move like the moods of the sea,
And mist, like a grey unspoken thought,
Is looking strangely at me.

And I am lost in greyness,
My dreams are still and furled,
For the grey rains are on the hills
And a grey dusk is over the world.