While it is doubtless true that sighs are the lan guage of Love, each lover 'is a law unto himself, and some other means of communication is necessary be tween him and the outside world. Love is the highest of the emotions; it finds expression in the highest of the arts. But in poetry alone has it been voiced at all adequately. Of all the emotions, love is the one most keenly felt; and the poetry that springs from such a source must necessarily be the most vital and most sincere; expressing a genuine feeling, it shows least artifice and most art. Much of it is brief; exalted passion does not vent itself in long-winded rhapsodies. All the world loves a lover, because that is a state of being all pass into and some through. All the world loves a love-song, for most of us too have at some time or other experienced the delightful thrill of turning a rhyme in honor of 'that not impossible she.' And. Though 'this world is nearly five thousand years old, and men have died of many things but none of love,' still, those who have languished in verse are legion.