Grey Twilight

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—Do you remember that long twilight? grey
Unending sand, a low grey sky, a wall
Of grey low cliffs, the sea against: the sand
Flat, coloured like the sand, white at the edge,
And now and then a shouldering wave that rose
Long, black, like a ship's hull seen sideways. Grey
As the monotonous days of life, when each
Copies the day it follows, grey and still
In such a bleak repose, as if it slept
Tired out of hope, the sand lay endlessly.
We walked upon the sand, and heard the sea
Whimpering, in a little lonely voice,
And there was always sand and sea and sky,
Making a quietude of emptiness.
Do you remember?

—Such a quietude
As fire might drowse to, when its ashes burn.
It was the slumber of a violent life,
It filled me with the peace of energy.

—It filled me with the helplessness of things,
Intolerable days, intolerable hours,
The level, endless, dust-grey sand of things;
The sand slides back under our travelling feet,
Our feet labour, and there is still the sand
Infinitely before us, indefinitely
Behind us, the same sand and sea and sky.

—I was content: I saw no emptiness;
The blood was busy in my veins; I felt
All the young heat and colour of my blood
Fill up the hour with joy: a pause of life
Spoke to me in the greyness of the hour.
I can fill every hour with my own heats
And colour all the hours of life with joy.

—You; but I take my colour from the hour,
And all my hours of life are like this sand,
And I am tired of treading down the hours.

© Arthur Symons