"Never lose an opportunity of seeing anything beautiful, for beauty is God's
handwriting." Ralph Waldo Emerson
The Rainy Day
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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.
Nothing goes with a melancholy mood like the words of my favorite poet, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Just the right mixture of wistful sorrow touched by hope. I'm thankful for beautiful words that give shape to emotion and thought.
Do you have a favorite poet, perhaps one you turn to when you're searching for words?
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