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The Rainy Day
by Longfellow
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 wind is 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.
I chose to celebrate Poem in Your Pocket Day early because it is also my birthday!
http://www.npr.org/2012/04/25/151339990/celebrating-poem-in-your-pocket-day
Need to find your poem? Check out the Poetry Foundation:
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/
Or you could just whip out a haiku.
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