For a Misty Day

There is an ease for me

In a misty day,

When the sea is drowned

And a blind grey

Thickens on the hills,

And every sound

Labors and is lost

In the ground.

In the shrouded garden

Where I pass,

Flowers dawn slowly

From the grass,

Or I can lift my eyes

And see

The dim dreaming soul

Of a tree.

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