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...MAN, THE MAN-HUNTER by CARL SANDBURG A SONG TO DAVID by CHRISTOPHER SMART COLUMBUS AT THE CONVENT [JULY, 1491] by JOHN TOWNSEND TROWBRIDGE ON F----- & S----- by WILLIAM BLAKE THE SOUTH-WEST WIND by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |