Friday, April 1, 2011

The Rainy Day

~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)

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 cease 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. Perfect entry for today's weather. Kelly. Thankfully I don't feel dreary.

    I am reading a Frances Mayes' novel and will highlight one of the poems from that book, but still don't think I can pull it off before Monday.

    Blessings on your weekend.

  2. I'd never heard of Frances Mayes before but I looked her up -- you find the most interesting authors.

    It's nice and sunny today so I'll have to find a sunnier poem for my next entry.


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