She said as she watched their curious flight,
“Little black things, good-night, good-night!”
The horses neighed, and the oxen lowed;
The sheep’s “Bleat, bleat!” came over the road,
All seeming to say with a quiet delight,
“Good little girl, good-night, good-night!”
She did not say to the sun, “Good-night!”
Though she saw him there like a ball of light;
For she knew he had God’s own time to keep
All over the world, and never could sleep.