WHY, why repine, my pensive friend, <br /> At pleasures slipp'd away? <br />Some the stern Fates will never lend, <br /> And all refuse to stay. <br /> <br />I see the rainbow in the sky, <br /> The dew upon the grass; <br />I see them, and I ask not why <br /> They glimmer or they pass. <br /> <br />With folded arms I linger not <br /> To call them back; 'twere vain: <br />In this, or in some other spot, <br /> I know they'll shine again.<br /><br />Walter Savage Landor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/resignation/
