1.The day is cold,and dark,and dreary;It rains,and the wind is never weary;The vine still clings tthe moldering wall,But at every gust the dead leaves fall.
And the day is dark and dreary.
2.My life is cold,and dark,and dreary;It rains,and the wind is never weary;My thoughts still cling tthe moldering Past,But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,And the days are dark and dreary.
3.Be still,sad heart! and cease repining;Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;Thy fate is the common fate of all,Inteach life some rain must fall,Some days must be dark and dreary.
-Longfellow.