I KNOW NOT WHY.

I lift mine eyes against the sky, The clouds are weeping—so am I; I lift mine eyes again on high, The sun is smiling—so am I. Why do I smile? Why do I weep? I do not know, it lies so deep. I hear the winds of autumn sigh. They break my heart, they make me cry. I hear the birds of lovely spring, My hopes revive, I help them sing. Why do I sing? Why do I cry? It lies so deep I know not why. —Morris Rosenfeld.