-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 亨利.沃兹渥斯.朗费罗

The day is cold,and dark,and dreary;

The vine still clings to the moldering wall,

But at every gust the dead leaves fall,

My life is cold and dark and dreary;

It rains and the wind is never weary;

My though still cling to the moldering past,