by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 - 1882)

The day is cold, and dark, and dreary
Language: English 
Available translation(s): SPA
The day is cold, and dark, and dreary ;
It rains and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the mouldr'ng wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
  And the day is [dark]1 and dreary.

My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It  rains and the wind is never weary;
My thoughts still cling to the mould'ring Past,
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,
  And the days are [dark]1 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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Confirmed with Popular Poetry: a selection of pieces old and new, adapted for general use, London, Burns & Lambert, 1862, page 119.

1 Ascham: "cold"

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Research team for this text: Barbara Miller , Johann Winkler

This text was added to the website: 2005-08-03
Line count: 15
Word count: 118