THE MOON 



DIANA 



THE sun-car has passed through the gates of 

 the west. 



They are shut softly behind it, and the bright 

 light fades away. 



The lilies in the pond fold their leaves tightly. 



All the little flowers go to sleep. 



The birds cuddle down in their soft nests, and 

 tuck their heads under their wings. 



The last little drowsy "pee- weep" is heard,, 

 then all is quiet. 



Now something comes stealing out of the 

 darkness. 



Softly, softly, it travels on. So softly that it 

 does not waken any of the sleeping things. 



It is Diana, the goddess of the moon, in her 

 silver car. 



See the crescent above her forehead, and the 

 soft hair flowing on her shoulders ! 



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