Sun and moon

H. Bland

The sun-child plays in the garden green,

All day, my dear, all day:

The daisies show us where he has been,-

Run out and join his play 1

The birds sing high in the trees above,

All for the sake of the child they love.

Run out, my dear, run out and play,

Run out, my dear, and play!

The moon-child plays in the garden green,

All night, my love, all night;

The trees are drest in their silver sheen,

The stars are clear and bright;

But you must sleep now the day is gone,

And leave the moon-child to play alone,

Good-night, my love, my love, good-night!

Good-night, my love, good-night!