это стихотворение нам дала преподавательница английского.. скорее всего оно ей было выбрано в связи с его звучанием, а не смыслом.

Henry Longfellow
the rainy day

The day is cold and dark and dreary
It rains and wind is never weary
The vine still clings to the moudering 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 wind is never weary
my thoughts still clings to the moudering 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
behinde the clouds is the sun slill shining
thy fate is the common fate of all
into each life some rain must fall
some days must be dark and dreary