The Mystic Ranger

The world is so entranc­ing,So cap­ti­vat­ing in its way.That I begun burn­ing, [with jeal­ousy!]Dark clouds dark­en­ing my day. Even the clouds they are so lovely,I feel like steal­ing them.To wear their won­der­ful beauty,empha­siz­ing their sil­ver hem. Oh! Why is it only me,Who is so deeply lost in won­der?They live and let live with glee,On them I have …