From: Mitchell Jones on
In article
<cbf2ad18-4112-4ec4-8bfa-87704a5cf828(a)y12g2000vbg.googlegroups.com>,
HVAC <mr.hvac(a)gmail.com> wrote:

> The day is cold, and dark, and dreary
> It rains, and the wind is never weary;
> The Vine still clings to the moldering 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 moldering 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;
> 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.
>
> �The Rainy Day�
> � H. W. Longfellow

Longfellow's poem is poorly done, and his message is unclear.

Here is my version:

The days are cold, and dark, and dreary;
The rains come down, and the winds don't weary.
Dying vines cling to mold'ring walls;
And every gust makes more leaves fall.

While I am old, and my body's weary;
And my youth is gone, and my sight is bleary,
My mind's not on a mold'ring past,
Nor will it be when comes the last.

My heart is joyful, and I do no pining;
For behind the clouds a new world's shining.
And that's the common fate of all:
Beyond each death, a new life calls.

I like my version better, but others' opinions may differ. :-)

--Mitchell Jones}***

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From: Double-A on
The storms of April proud and grand
Will sweep across the rousing land,
A land awaiting spring's rebirth,
The farmer's plow, to prove its worth.

The heart's fond fancy turns to love,
Tempestuous as the storms above.
We full expect a price to pay
But not a chill cold wind in May.

As buds explode and flowers fly
The days of May come swiftly by,
And all is warm for now it seems
The air is sweet, and and so my dreams.

But when the one whom I adore
Told me there could be nothing more,
My eyes averting turned away
I felt the chill cold wind of May.

Double-A

From: huge on
Double-A :

> The storms of April proud and grand
> Will sweep across the rousing land,
> A land awaiting spring's rebirth,
> The farmer's plow, to prove its worth.
>
> The heart's fond fancy turns to love, Tempestuous as the storms above.
> We full expect a price to pay
> But not a chill cold wind in May.
>
> As buds explode and flowers fly
> The days of May come swiftly by,
> And all is warm for now it seems
> The air is sweet, and and so my dreams.
>
> But when the one whom I adore
> Told me there could be nothing more,
> My eyes averting turned away
> I felt the chill cold wind of May.
>
> Double-A

You get dumped, Puppy? That is some
real doggerel you're spewing.



--
huge: Not on my time you don't.
From: Billy on
In article <eoOdnaUJWcJRkJ7RnZ2dnUVZ_vCdnZ2d(a)earthlink.com>,
huge <huge(a)nomailaddress.com> wrote:

> Double-A :
>
> > The storms of April proud and grand
> > Will sweep across the rousing land,
> > A land awaiting spring's rebirth,
> > The farmer's plow, to prove its worth.
> >
> > The heart's fond fancy turns to love, Tempestuous as the storms above.
> > We full expect a price to pay
> > But not a chill cold wind in May.
> >
> > As buds explode and flowers fly
> > The days of May come swiftly by,
> > And all is warm for now it seems
> > The air is sweet, and and so my dreams.
> >
> > But when the one whom I adore
> > Told me there could be nothing more,
> > My eyes averting turned away
> > I felt the chill cold wind of May.
> >
> > Double-A
>
> You get dumped, Puppy? That is some
> real doggerel you're spewing.

He laughs at scars, that never felt a wound.

If you have nothing to say, you could have said it in fewer words.
--
- Billy
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