A Mood.

SOMETHING has made the world so changed,

Something is lost from field and sky,

And the earth and sun are sadly estranged,

And the songs of Nature seemed turned to a cry.

Yet I heard my blithe little neighbor tell

How fair is the spring to see.

Ah, well,—

Perhaps the change is in me.

Something has gone from your smile, sweetheart;

Something I miss from your look, your tone.

Though you stand quite near, we are still apart,

You may clasp me close, but I feel alone.

Yet over and over your love you tell,

And as you say, it must be.

Ah, well,—

Perhaps the change is in me.