Collegia – Ode 11: Dejection and Hope


A leaden sombre sky,
A dull unchanging day,
I gaze with mournful eye
Upon the doleful day.

Yet all the rain that drips
Will hasten to the sea,
The sea that carries ships
That I might sail to thee.

So in the moaning rain
There sounds o’er all the earth
A dirge of woe and pain
Yet fraught with likely mirth.

Thou art so dear to me
That I can wait awhile
Seeing in memory
Thy sudden lovely smile.

The sun that breaks the cloud
Is shining on thy hair.
The knowledge makes me proud
That thou art waiting there.

16. 11. 1927