Tuesday, June 7, 2011

At pleasures slipp'd away

 Dress: Arlene Airess, thrifted, vintage; 
Bag, belt: Fossil; Shoes: Zigi Soho.

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. 

-- Why, Why Repine by Walter Savage Landor.

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