A Gray Day And Quiet, With Slow Clouds Of Gray, And In Dull Air A Cloud That Falls, Falls All Day. The Naked And Stiff Branches Of Oak, Elm, Thorn, In The Cold Light Are Like Men Aged And Forlorn. Only A Gray Sky, Grass, Trees, Grass Again, And All The Air A Cloud That Drips, Drips, All Day. Lovely The Lonely Bare Trees And Green Grass-- Lovelier Now The Last Hours Of Slow Winter Slowly Pass.