"Where does the clerk of the weather store The days that are sunny and fair?" "In your heart is a room with a close-shut door, And all of those days are there." "Where does the clerk of the weather keep The days that are dreary and blue?" "In a second room in your heart they sleep, And you have the keys of the two." "And why are my days so often, I pray, Filled full of clouds and of gloom?" "Because you go at the break of day And open the wrong heart-room." |