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