I recently came across a great poem about the Wind and Moon and soon after found a tale about the same subjects. It seemed fitting to post them together.
The poem is called “The Wind and the Moon” by Scotsman, George MacDonald (1824 – 1905)…
The Wind and the Moon
by George MacDonald
Said the Wind to the Moon, “I will blow you out.
In the air
Like a ghost in a chair,
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.
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!
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 blew, and she thinned to a thread.
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
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;
Like a merry mad clown,
He leaped and hallooed 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,
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,
I blew her to death—
First blew her away right out of the sky—
Then blew her in; what a strength am I!”
But the Moon she knew nothing about the affair,
In the sky,
With her one white eye,
Motionless, miles above the air,
She had never heard the great Wind blare.
Here’s the tale called “How Sun, Moon and Wind Went Out to Dinner”. It’s a lesson about thinking of others.
How Sun, Moon and Wind Went Out to Dinner
By E. Frere
ONE day Sun, Moon, and Wind went out to dine with their uncle and aunt Thunder and Lightning. Their mother (one of the most distant Stars you see far up in the sky) waited alone for her children’s return.
Now both Sun and Wind were greedy and selfish. They enjoyed the great feast that had been prepared for them, without a thought of
saving any of it to take home to their mother-but the gentle Moon did not forget her. Of every dainty dish that was brought round, she placed a small portion under one of her beautiful long fingernails, that Star might also have a share in the treat.
On their return, their mother, Who had kept watch for them all night long with her little bright eye, said, “Well, children, what have yon brought home for me?” Then Sun (who was eldest) said, “I have brought nothing home for you. I went out to enjoy myself with my friends-not to fetch dinner for my mother!” And Wind said, “Neither have I brought anything home for you, mother. You could hardly expect me to bring a collection of good things for you, when I merely went out for my own pleasure.” But Moon said, “Mother, fetch a plate, see what I have brought you.” And shaking her hands she showered down such a choice dinner as never was seen before.
Then Star turned to Sun and spoke thus, “Because you went out to amuse yourself with your friends, and feasted and enjoyed yourself, without any thought of our mother at home-you shall be cursed. Henceforth, your rays shall ever be hot and scorching, and shall burn all that they touch. And men shall hate you, and cover their heads when you appear.
(And that is why the Sun is so hot to this day.)
Then she turned to Wind and said, “You also who forgot your mother in the midst of your selfish pleasures-hear your doom. You shall always blow in the hot, dry weather, and shall parch and shrivel all living things. And men shall detest and avoid you from this very time.”
(And that is why the Wind in the hot weather is still so disagreeable.)
But to Moon she said, “Daughter, because you remembered your mother, and kept for her a share in your own enjoyment, from henceforth you shall be ever cool, and calm and bright. No noxious glare shall accompany your pure rays, and men shall always call you ‘blessed.”
(And that is why the Moon’s light is so soft, and cool, and beautiful even to this day.)
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