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 moldering 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 moldering 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.
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(photo by Jay Simmons at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/2djrC0i/rainy+day )
I like the positive ending to this poem
Yes, it’s a recognition of a truth and an acceptance of it. We can thus go on and enjoy the bright sunny days of life. 🙂
It has been far too long since I have read this poem. Thank you.
As far as I can remember, I hadn’t seen it before when I stumbled across it the other day. I keep finding more and more of Longfellow’s poems that I like.
I hear you on that one.
“…the common fate of all” We’re all riding in the same boat. There is a bit of comfort in this & yet, we do sometimes forget we’re not alone…
Yes, we can all comfort one another and cheer each other on. 🙂
Hey, Dennis after the conversation the other day about the computer “mice” (???) and my suggesting you write a poem about the question, I decided it wasn’t fair to challenge you to write a poem on the subject if I did not write one myself. So I did. I think you’ll like it. Here’s the link, for when you get time to check it out:
http://sandraconner.wordpress.com/2012/12/06/a-mouse-is-a-mouse-or-is-it/