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.