Spiritual Poetry

I love the spiritual nature of this poem.

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      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.

       ——-By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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Longfellow invokes the value of our dark days and the transient nature of life for each of us.

What does his poem say to you?

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One thought on “Spiritual Poetry

  1. I always think Wadsworth is trying to say that which is temporary falls to the way side, and it is natural that it should. What is the deep truth about life, the vine so to speak, endures the only real constant, which is change.

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