UNSEEN PROSE AND POETRY Read the poem below and answer the question Now, Joy is...

UNSEEN PROSE AND POETRY

Read the poem below and answer the question

Now, Joy is born of parents poor,

And Pleasure of our richer kind;

Though Pleasure's free, she cannot sing

As sweet a song as Joy confined.

Pleasure's a moth, that sleeps by day

And dances by false glare at night;

But joy's a Butterfly, that loves

To spread its wings in Nature's light.

''False glare'' refers to