What's O'Clock/Overcast Sunrise
OVERCAST SUNRISE
The sky is spattered with clouds, Pink clouds, And behind them is the reluctant blue of dawn. The hemlock-trees move to a weary wind, And the clouds lose their brightness, Gathering to a dull day.
Morning, you observe—But the night was more shining in my thoughts. O realistic generation, Who do not get abroad while still the clouds are pink And the sky concerned only with how much colour it will choose to wear!