Saturday, January 15, 2011

Gloomy Day Poem

Rain this morning awoke me at 6 am.  Overcast and gloomy all day.

The Rainy Day
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 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.


Camilla La Mer said...

I love this photo of the rain! Reminds me of beach glass...Great poem too! So wonderfully dreary...

Thanks for your comment on my return to my blog entry!!!


Lord Wellbourne said...

We have those days here in spades! But instead of rain it's snow. I love it!

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