Sunday, February 22, 2015

The Rainy Day by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow



The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the mouldering wall;
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
And the day is dark and dreary. 

My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
My thoughts still cling to the mouldering past;
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,
And the days are dark and dreary. 

Be still, sad heart, and stop repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall, 
Some days must be dark and dreary. 








1 comment:

Rambling Woods said...

Yes I suppose they will be...here it is gray and white....