Monday, August 15, 2022

The Rainy Day


T he 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.

                                                                 by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow



3 comments:

  1. Beautiful painting and beautiful poem.

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  2. I started reading that and thought what a good poet you were...and then I read it was by Longfellow. I knew it sounded familiar! LOL. But I love it, and the picture. Those old poets sure had a way with words. Delightful.

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  3. I love Longfellow! It sounds to me like he's describing a cold November rainy day...which I actually like!

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