Why Should

Why should I pine? when there in Spain

Are eyes to woo, and not in vain;

Dark eyes, and dreamily divine:

And lips, as red as sunlit wine;

Sweet lips, that never know disdain:

And hearts, for passion over fain;

Fond, trusting hearts that know no stain

Of scorn for hearts that love like mine.—

Why should I pine?

Because all dreams I entertain

Of beauty wear thy form, Elain;

And e'en their lips and eyes are thine:

So though I gladly would resign

All love, I love, and still complain,

“Why should I pine?”