The moon appears in the eastern shade,eager to glide through the footstepsof her warm, happy brother.Such things are to the delight of the tiny prince.
O, what a sweet cherub he is-love of his mother, pride of his father.Now, off he flies, over hill, over(perhaps even o'er) dale.
He glides above the silver ribbon-mirrorof that beautiful Lady-of-the-Sky.Fat fingers trace through the unknown mediaof imaginary substance
He lands, and settles evermore into warm surroundingsAnd, as open eyes receive smile-beams from theround, open face, those same open once more, andrealizethe warm, happy brother has taken her place