The Milky Way

By Annette Wynne

Once there was a little dream
That mounted to the sky;
It rode upon a water beam
And climbed the star way high.
But when it wanted to come home
Along the silver track
The lights had all gone out, and O!
It never could get back.
And you may look now any night,
And see it if you will,
A gauzy milky veil of light,
That’s hanging up there still.

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