Monday, January 30, 2012

Thursday, Jan. 30

Snow on the ground and on the limbs of the trees this morning. 

"The day is cold, and dark & dreary,
It rains, & the wind is never weary,
The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,
At every gust the dead leaves fall,
      And the day is dark & dreary--

"Be still, sad heart, and cease repining,
Behind the cloud 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 & dreary."

Lizzie came on the evening train.  No Cincinnati paper.  The train belated getting over Pilcher summit.

Peggy's comments:
Julia quotes The Rainy Day by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.  It is a three verse poem, but she only quotes the first and last verses.  The middle verse is:

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,
10    And the days are dark and dreary.

I like to think that the omitted verse was just a bit too dreary for Julia.

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