Somebody's courting somebody,

somewhere or other to-night;

Somebody's whispering to somebody,

Somebody's listening to somebody,

Under this clear moonlight

Near the bright river's flow,

Running so still and slow,

Talking so soft and low,

She sit with somebody

Placing the ocean's shore,

Edged by the foaming roar,

Words never used before

Sound sweet to somebody.

Under the maple-tree

Deep though the shadow be,

Plain enough we can see,

Bright eyes has somebody

No one sits up to wait,

though she is out so late,

Talking with somebody

Tiptoe to parlor door,

Two shadows on the floor,

Moonlight, reveal no more,

She and somebody

Two, sitting side by side,

Float with the ebbing tide,

''thus,dearest,may we glide

Though life,''says somebody

Somewhere, somebody,

Makes love to somebody,

To-night.

Whispers