Classic Poem

Ah Lord, the mist is all about,
The mist is white to see;
And earth and sky, when I look out,
Make not a sign to me.

The hills were yonder, yesterday;
Surely they are but hid!
And yet the blank wall says me Nay,
And all the winds forbid.

And one by one, the lights depart;
The voices fade in storm.
And hold I must to my own heart
This day, to keep me warm.