A GREY DAY
by: William Vaughn Moody
- REY drizzling
mists the moorlands drape,
- Rain whitens the dead sea,
- From headland dim to sullen cape
- Grey sails creep wearily.
- I know not how that merchantman
- Has found the heart; but 't is her plan
- Seaward her endless course to shape.
- Unreal as insects that appall
- A drunkard's peevish brain,
- O'er the grey deep the dories crawl,
- Four-legged, with rowers twain:
- Midgets and minims of the earth,
- Across old ocean's vasty girth
- Toiling -- heroic, comical!
- I wonder how that merchant's crew
- Have ever found the will!
- I wonder what the fishers do
- To keep them toiling still!
- I wonder how the heart of man
- Has patience to live out its span,
- Or wait until its dreams come true.
MORE POEMS BY WILLIAM VAUGHN MOODY
"A Grey Day" is reprinted
from Poems and Plays of William Vaughn Moody. William
Vaughn Moody. Boston: Houghton Mifflin Co., 1912.