Between the grey

Between the grey monotony of sky

And darker grey monotony of sea

A solitary seagull passes by,

Beating the air, and screaming plaintively.

And even so -- between grey yesterdays,

Before your coming waked my dreaming heart,

And darker grey to-morrows, when our ways

Must lie forever half a world apart --

I take my way on wings that feebly beat

Against the adverse winds of circumstance,

My heart, rebellious at this last defeat,

Screaming defiance at the gods of chance.