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 more dead leaves fall, 5 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, And youth's fond hopes fall thick in the blast, 10 And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart! and cease repining; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining; The fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, 15 Some days must be dark and dreary. mouldering - crumbling as from decay1.What rhyme scheme is used in the first stanza of this poem?A. AABBAB. ABABCC. ABBCC D. ABCBC