"Softly Pa's fiddle sang in the starlight.  Sometimes he sang a little and sometimes the fiddle sang alone.  Sweet and thin and far away, the fiddle went on singing:

"None knew thee but to love thee, Thou dear one of my heart..."

The large, bright stars hung down from the sky.  Lower and lower they came, quivering with music.

Laura gasped, and Ma came quickly.  "What is it, Laura?" she asked, and Laura whispered, "The stars were singing."

"You've been asleep," Ma said.  "It is only the fiddle.  And it's time little girls were in bed."

She undressed Laura in the firelight and put her nightgown on and tied her nightcap, and tucked her into bed.  But the fiddle was still singing in the starlight.  The night was full of music, and Laura was sure that part of it came from the great, bright stars swinging so low above the prairie."

--Laura Ingalls Wilder, Little House on the Prairie