Sunday, October 4, 2009

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.

3 comments:

Alex said...

you just made me cry. i'm at work but i'll call you tonight. xoxo

kathleen said...

it gave me chills, but its very comforting to read. i know and feel every ounce of what its like. love you.

Alex said...

ok i want you to know that i haven't called you because i totally lost my phone. hope you are feeling better!