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The Rainy Day
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

andemsp;andemsp;The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;
andemsp;andemsp;It rains, and the wind is never weary;
andemsp;andemsp;The vine still clings to the mouldering* wall,
andemsp;andemsp;But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
(5)andensp;And the day is dark and dreary.

andemsp;andemsp;My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;
andemsp;andemsp;It rains, and the wind is never weary;
andemsp;andemsp;My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past,
andemsp;andemsp;But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,
(10)And the days are dark and dreary.

andemsp;andemsp;Be still, sad heart! And cease repining;
andemsp;andemsp;Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
andemsp;andemsp;Thy fate is the common fate of all,
andemsp;andemsp;Into each life some rain must fall,
(15)Some days must be dark and dreary.