And then I shall have to learn that prose is more serviceable than poetry, and that the mind is better than the heart, and--and that money is better than love.

It's all coming, I know; and yet I do like the moonlight." "And the poetry,--and the love ?" "Yes.

The poetry much, and the love more.

To be loved by you is sweeter even than any of my dreams,--is better than all the poetry I have read." "Dearest Lily," and his unchecked arm stole round her waist.
"It is the meaning of the moonlight, and the essence of the poetry," continued the impassioned girl.

"I did not know then why I liked such things, but now I know.