Poems for Late Night Listening

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

in 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

you