GOOD-NIGHT
Good-night, pretty sun, good-night;
I've watched your purple and golden light,
While you are sinking away.
And someone has just been telling me
You're making, over the shining sea,
Another beautiful day:
That just at the time I am going to sleep,
The children there are taking peep
At your face—beginning to say
"Good-morning!" just when I say, "Good-night!"
Now, beautiful sun, if they've told me right,
I wish you'd say good-morning for me
To all the little ones over the sea.
—Sel.