Why, why repine, my pensive friendAt pleasures slipped 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 whyThey glimmer or they pass. With folded arms I linger notTo call them back; 'twere vain;In this, or in … Continue reading Poem – “Why, Why Repine?”