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.
I like this poem by Longfellow. My life is not dark and dreary.. but it's so humid and we ran the cooler all night last night.. so a book I left on the table now has warped paper boards. I really wish it would just rain and clear everything out a bit. What is the opposite chant of "rain, rain go away?" It's not cold either so maybe this poem just doesn't fit at all. :)
3 comments:
I don't know any rain poems, but I know the Native Americans had a rain dance!? Maybe we should try that. I'm ready for things to cool down, too.
Longfellow was really a great poet. Sometimes I have to read it over and over to understand his poems more. I always find hidden treasures that way.
tiffany, i was so happy to find your blog! it has been a long time! your boxes are beautiful, and you look great. i would love to catch up sometime....you can email me at
kimberly.ellsworth@gmail.com...
take care,
kim
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