A Grey DayMay ClarissaGillington (Byron)Gillington, May Clarissa (Byron)IllustratorUnsigned
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A Grey Day.Cloudy ſkies
and low—Not a wind to goWhiſpering to the yellow woodsAll that winds may know.Here a berry drops,There a leaf hangs ſtill ;Melancholy gathers ſlowlyOver holt and hill.While ye darkening dayDeepens duſkier grey,Stealthy ſhadows ſoftly ſtealDown ye woodland way ;Feeble flowers, unwept,Fade along the field,With ye myſtery of their hiſtoryPeriſhed, unrevealed.If we two to-night,In ye uncertain light,Meet, touch hands,—half-ſhadowyEach to other’s ſight,—Sudden thrill may looſeLips from ſilence’ thrall,Sweeteſt viſion find fruition,Love be all in all !M. C. Gillington.