een druilerige zondag

Afgelopen zondag was qua weer en sfeer vrij troosteloos, totdat ik onderstaand gedichtje las van ene Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882). Dat was gelukkig weer vrij troostend, want gedeelde smart is immers halve smart! 

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 hope of youth fall thick in the blast, 

And the days are dark and dreary. 

Be still, sad heart! 

And seize repining, 

Behind the clouds the sun is shining; 

Thy fate is the common fate of all, 

Into each life some rain must fall, 

Some days must be dark and dreary.