The sun is not a-bed when I
At night upon my pillow lie;
Still round the earth his way he takes,
And morning after morning makes.
While here at home, in shining day,
We round the sunny garden play,
Each little Indian sleepy-head
Is being kissed and put to bed.
And when at eve I rise from tea,
Day dawns beyond the Atlantic’s Sea;
And all the children in the West
Are getting up and being dressed.
A young child with blonde curly hair stands on a stone path, surrounded by flowers and shrubs. The child wears a light tunic or smock dress, dark shoes, and rolled socks. They look closely at a dark butterfly resting on a stone pedestal with a sundial.The image features a silhouette of a rider on a winged horse, flying through the air against a white background. The rider and horse form one solid dark shape. The horse is in mid-jump, with front legs bent and back legs stretched out. A large wing rises behind the rider. Swirls of light blue and yellow appear below the horse.
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