"I will blow you out," said the wind to the moon. "You are always looking at me. You look to see what I am doing. I hate to be watched. I will blow you out." The wind blew hard. Out went the moon. The wind was glad. He lay down to sleep. Soon he awoke. There was the bright moon again. She was looking right at him. Said the wind, "I will blow you out again." He blew and he blew. The moon grew very thin. 66 "I will blow again. I will blow very hard. I will blow you right out of the sky." He blew very hard. The moon was gone. "Now I will have some fun. I will blow trees down. I will blow chimneys down." The moon shall not see what I do." So away he flew. Soon he looked up. "What's that?" said he. It was the moon looking at him. The wind was very angry. He danced and blew. He blew as hard as he could. The moon did not go away. She kept on shining. "How strong I am!" said the wind. "First I blew the moon out of the sky. Then I blew her back again. The moon did not know what he said. She was too far away. She did not hear him blow. She did not know that there was any wind. She made the night beautiful. THE WIND AND THE MOON. Said the Wind to the Moon, "I will blow You stare in the air Like a ghost in a chair, you out!" Always looking what I am about, I hate to be watched; I will blow you out. The Wind blew hard, and out went the Moon, Of dreamless sleep Down lay the Wind and slumbered soon, Muttering low, "I've done for that moon." But the Moon she knew nothing about the affair, For high in the sky With her one ghost eye Motionless, miles above the air, She had never heard the great Wind blare. -Geo. Macdonald. |