Featured Poem: The Rainy Day by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Today’s poem has been chosen to complement, not to say compliment, the “barbecue summer” we’re currently enjoying. I think there’s a chance – a slim one, but a chance – that if we all read it aloud it will act as a kind of charm or spell, the clouds will evaporate and blue sky will reign once more… Worth a try surely? In any case, it’s a very touching poem, about much more than the weather, by a poet who has unfairly dropped out of fashion. Hope you like it.

The Rainy Day

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.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 – 1882)

3 thoughts on “Featured Poem: The Rainy Day by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow”

  1. We’re in England, it’s supposed to be cold and wet! I like this – it dosn’t matter what the day is doing, so long as you go and do something with it. Moaning never solved anything (but sometimes it gets the washing up done…….. )

  2. To all you victims of Swine Flu –
    Forget the drugs and herbal tea,
    And try to find the energy
    To lift a book and soldier through
    A sonnet, roundel or haiku:
    The best cure is good poetry.

    Because to me the fact is plain
    I’m jotting down this stupid verse
    To soothe and balm and gently nurse
    Your weary self to health again
    (And pass the time whilst on the train):
    I hope it doesn’t make things worse.

    But some days must be spent below
    The weather, as Longfellow said,
    As lifeless as the living dead,
    Or else we’d never really know
    How wonderful it is to glow
    With health and sunshine overhead.

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