Between the grey monotony of sky And darker grey monotony of seaA solitary seagull passes by, Beating the air, and screaming plaintively.
And even so -- between grey yesterdays, Before your coming waked my dreaming heart,And darker grey to-morrows, when our ways Must lie forever half a world apart --
I take my way on wings that feebly beat Against the adverse winds of circumstance,My heart, rebellious at this last defeat, Screaming defiance at the gods of chance.
