GRAY hours have cities, br Green hours have rhymes br Of hearts grown loving br In old summertimes, br But the white hours have only br A cloud in the sky br And a star, bright and lonely, br To remember them by. br br Gold hours have laughter, br Red hours have song br Drawn from lost fountains br Of beauty and wrong. br But the white hours,–O, tender br As rose-flakes they lie, br With youth's fallen splendour br To remember them by.