There are some hours when I seem so indifferent; all things
To an indifferent greyness, like that grey of the sky;
Always at evening-ends, on grey days; and I know not why,
But life, and art, and love, and death, are the shade of a ...
In the Japanese tongue of the mind's eye one two syllable word tells of the fringe of rain clinging to the eaves and of the grey-green fronds of wild parsley
Sad-Eyed and soft and grey thou art, o morn
Across the long grass of the marshy
Thy west wind whispers of the coming rain,
Thy lark forgets that May is grown
Looking at an opal, a half-grey opal,
I remembered two beautiful grey eyesI had seen it must have been twenty years before
O stony grey soil of
The laugh from my love you thieved;
You took the gay child of my
And gave me your clod-conceived
Many are my names in many countries,
Mithrandir among the Elves,
Tharkûn to the Dwarves;
Olórin I was in my youth in the West that is forgotten,
A sun-flash on his mounting wing, A wild note soaring high—The lark is up, the minstrel king, The poet of the sky
To thrill, to sing of Youth and Spring Those golden numbers flowed
What message then Has he for men Who tread the long grey...
A great while ago there was a schoolboy who lived in a cottage by the sea,
And the very first thing he could rememberwas the rigging of the schooners by the quay
He could watch 'em from his bedroom windowwith the big cranes a-hauling out...