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Arthur Symons - 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.
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