WHY, why repine, my pensive friend, At pleasures slipp'd away? Some the stern Fates will never lend, And all refuse to stay. I see the rainbow in the sky, The dew upon the grass; I see them, and I ask not why They glimmer or they pass. With folded arms I linger not To call them back; 'twere vain: In this, or in some other spot, I know they'll shine again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE OLD SQUIRE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT LOVE'S CAUTION by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE LATTER DAY by THOMAS HASTINGS THE SPIDER AND THE FLY by MARY HOWITT SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: BENJAMIN PANTIER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SONNET TO A CLAM by JOHN GODFREY SAXE THE LEPER by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE |