Between the grey monotony of sky
     And darker grey monotony of sea
A 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.