The Rainy Day

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.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow . 1807-1882

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Poetry of Longfellow

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
born 1807, died 1882

Poems

Excelsior
The Arrow And The Song
To An Old Danish Song-Book
Walter Von Der Vogelweide
To The Driving Cloud
The Warning
The Quadroon Girl
A Psalm Of Life
Maidenhood
Footsteps Of Angels
The Rainy Day
Resignation
The Open Window

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