The day is cold, and dark, and dreary,
It rains and the wind is never weary,
The wine still clings to the mouldering wall
And with every gust the died leaves fall
And the days are 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 breast
And the days are dark and dreary...
Be still sad heart and sease repining
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining
Thy fate is common the fate of all
Into each life some rain must fall
Some days must be dark and dreary...
H. Longfello
Сон не сбылся
Вновь падают в туман
С городских высот и звезды
И мечты,
Звон стекла,
И моя печаль по стеклу прошла...