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?"