stars

The stars twinkled over the pointed firs in the hollow and Diana’s light gleamed through the old gap.

And put all stars and candles out,

Over it were sprinkled little stars that glistened in the sun like diamonds.

A PEACOCK spreading its gorgeous tail mocked a Crane that passed by, ridiculing the ashen hue of its plumage and saying, “I am robed, like a king, in gold and purple and all the colors of the rainbow; while you have not a bit of color on your wings.” “True,” replied the Crane; “but I soar to the heights of heaven and lift up my voice to the stars, while you walk below, like a cock, among the birds of the dunghill.”