Neutral Tones

• And the sun was white, as though chidden of God
• and a few leaves lay on the starving sod;
• over tedious riddles of years ago;
• The smile on your mouth was the deadest thing
• Alive enough to have strength to die;
• Like an ominous bird a-wing...
• keen lessons that love deceives,
• Your face, and the God-curst sun, and a tree, And a pond edged with greyish leaves
• Thomas Hardy