Oh grey day;
morning mist and gentle hues,
how still is this day!
From whom dost thou take thy cues?
The yellow sun
behind your veil she doth hide.
Sun’s harsh rays gone!
glorious shadows here abide.
The subtle song
your grey voice doth sing,
guides my heart along
the path to rejoicing.
Oh! Beautiful grey day
from thee my soul cannot turn away.
by: K. Bartels
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