THERE are some who love the moonlight

As the soft beams gently play, -

Does the silver planet ever

Cast on them a brighter ray?

To the songs of twilight warblers

Many ears enraptured listen;

At the sight of spring-tide flowers

Loving eyes with pleasure glisten!

Other spirits with devotion

Seek to win a fair one's smile,

But no look of recognition

Doth their constancy beguile.

O, why is it that all nature

Thus will lovers disregard?

Neither birds nor buds nor maidens

Adoration will reward.

W. R. T.