Sara Teasdale — Gray Fog

A fog drifts in, the heavy laden        &nbsp Cold white ghost of the sea— One by one the hills go out,        &nbsp The road and the pepper-tree. I watch the fog float in at the window        &nbsp With the whole world gone blind, Everything, even my longing, drowses,        &nbsp Even the thoughts in my mind. I put my head on my hands before me,        &nbsp There is nothing left to be done or said, There is nothing to hope for, I am tired,        &nbsp And heavy as the dead.