-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,