And often while I'm dreaming so,
Across the sky the moon will go;
It is a lady, sweet and fair,
Who comes to gather daisies there.
For when at morning I arise,
There's not a star left in the skies;
She's picked them all and dropped them down
Into the meadows of the town.
OLD GREEK STORIES
THE SUN, THE MOON, AND THE STAR GIANT
A great many years ago the Greeks told beautiful stories about what they saw in the earth and in the sky and in the sea.
They said the Sun drove each day across the sky in a car of fire, and gave light and heat to men.
He always had a bow and arrows with him, and his arrows were the sunbeams.
When he shot them very hard and struck men with them, the men were said to be sun-struck, but when he let the arrows fall gently on the earth, they did only good.
