These--that were a moment past all blue and bright, are grey again br These fickle skies. br It seemed that suddenly the sun was filled up with pain br And closing up its eyes br Let fall its teardrops in the Rain. br Grey--and the sullen winds and those goodbyes br That I hear still, br As though my longing, time and tide defies; br As though my will br From wanting fashion lies. br Hope--and the everlasting caravan of Time--and tears br Flowing unending br In the Stygian tide of fears, br Wild yet unbending br Filling all our years.