The Wind and the Moon

On Halloween I put a tiny part of this following poem on this blog since it mentioned a ghost. I found the bit of poem in a circa 1960 book by "Miss Read", which was about a new school teacher in England.  Her students were memorizing poems and this was a favorite.  That was the only part of the poem in the book, and it did not have a credit.   I have found the rest of the poem and I love it, so I am sharing it with you today. The Wind and the Moon
by George Macdonald
Said the Wind to the Moon, "I will blow you out; You stare In the air Like a ghost in a chair, Always looking what I am about — I hate to be watched; I'll blow you out."   The Wind blew hard, and out went the Moon. So, deep On a heap Of clouds to sleep, Down lay the Wind, and slumbered soon, Muttering low, "I've done for that Moon."   He turned in his bed; she was there again! On high In the sky, With her one ghost eye, The Moon shone white and alive and plain. Said the Wind, "I will blow you out again."   The Wind blew hard, and the Moon grew dim. "With my sledge, And my wedge, I have knocked off her edge! If only I blow right fierce and grim, The creature will soon be dimmer than dim."   He blew and he blew, and she thinned to a thread. "One puff More's enough To blow her to snuff! One good puff more where the last was bred, And glimmer, glimmer, glum will go the thread."   He blew a great blast, and the thread was gone. In the air Nowhere Was a moonbeam bare; Far off and harmless the shy stars shone — Sure and certain the Moon was gone!   The Wind he took to his revels once more; On down, In town, Like a merry—mad clown, He leaped and halloed with whistle and roar — "What's that?" The glimmering thread once more!   He flew in a rage — he danced and blew; But in vain Was the pain Of his bursting brain; For still the broader the Moon—scrap grew, The broader he swelled his big cheeks and blew.   Slowly she grew — till she filled the night, And shone On her throne In the sky alone, A matchless, wonderful silvery light, Radiant and lovely, the queen of the night.   Said the Wind: "What a marvel of power am I! With my breath, Good faith! I blew her to death — First blew her away right out of the sky — Then blew her in; what strength have I!   But the Moon she knew nothing about the affair; For high In the sky, With her one white eye, Motionless, miles above the air, She had never heard the great Wind blare.