“Ask that little star yonder,” answered the breeze, “she knows more than I.”
Sudolisu raised her beautiful eyes to the twinkling stars and said:
“Shining Star, God’s light on high,
Look down and prithee see;
Behold me weep and hear me sigh,
Then help and pity me.
Where my love is canst thou tell?
Thinks he of me ill or well?”
“You will learn more from the moon,” answered the star; “she lives nearer the earth than I, and sees everything that goes on there.”
The moon was just rising from her silver bed when Sudolisu called to her: