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 windis 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

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow