You Smiled, You Spoke, and I Believed
July 6, 2023Who Ever Felt as I?
July 6, 2023Why, Why Repine
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.