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The Rainy Day

By
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


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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.

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