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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
"The day is cold, 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."
Visualizing a cold, gray, and rainy sort of day.
The wind never ceasing, the rain continues without fault, and the clouds block out the sun.
"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."
When Henry compares life to a rainy day, he means that he finds life sad and depressing without any happiness or break in the storm.
When he says 'my thoughts still cling to the mouldering past' he means that even though the past is falling apart and decaying you still hold on to the memories.
The line 'but the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast' means he you cannot keep your past and the future will eventually catch up to you.
Longfellow uses a lot of repetition in "A Rainy Day" to ensure the reader is understanding the connections to a rainy day and how he sees life.
"But 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 changes the feel of the poem by saying 'but still, sad heart, cease repining; behind the clouds the sun is still shining;' he asks the heart to stop feeling distressed and think that even though it rains, the sun will come out again.
When he states 'thy fate is the common fate of all, into each life some rain must fall,' Henry is saying, like everyone else you will die someday and like everyone else you will make mistakes and have difficult times.
Longfellow again uses his repition but instead gives it a positive spin by saying 'some days must be dark and dreary'.
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 think 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.
Pictute courtesy of: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/henry-wadsworth-longfellow