Poem of the day-150: THE RAINY DAY by LONGFELLOW

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 sea 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