At evening when I go to bed <br />I see the stars shine overhead; <br />They are the little daisies white <br />That dot the meadow of the Night. <br /> <br />And often while I'm dreaming so, <br />Across the sky the Moon will go; <br />It is a lady, sweet and fair, <br />Who comes to gather daisies there. <br /> <br />For, when at morning I arise, <br />There's not a star left in the skies; <br />She's picked them all and dropped them down <br />Into the meadows of the town.<br /><br />Frank Dempster Sherman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/daisies-13/
