Green into Grey (full)

Green into Grey

When the clouds

Fell onto the hill with the trees,

And they were sinking,

Sinking;

I thought of you.

The still heads

Belied their stirrings in the murk,

They were swimming,

Swimming;

And I thought of you.

All day long,

Shadows mutely threading that depth,

And they were ghostly,

Ghostly;

I thought of you.

When the sun

At last tore the mist from the trees

they were gleaming,

gleaming;

And I dreamt of you.