Said The Wind To The Moon, "I Will Blow You Out! You Stare In The Air As If Crying Beware, 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. 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 Slim. "With My Sledge And My Wedge I Have Knocked Off Her Edge! I Will Blow," Said The Wind, "Right Fierce And Grim, And The Creature Will Soon Be Slimmer Than Slim!" 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 That Thread!" He Blew A Great Blast, And The Thread Was Gone. In The Air Nowhere Was A Moonbeam Bare; Larger And Nearer The Shy Stars Shone: Sure And Certain The Moon Was Gone! The Wind He Took To His Revels Once More; On Down And In Town, A Merry-Mad Clown, He Leaped And Holloed With Whistle And Roar-- When There Was That 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 Moon-Scrap The Broader Grew The More That 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, In Good Faith, 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 Nought Of The Silly Affair; For, High In The Sky With Her One White Eye, Motionless Miles Above The Air, She Never Had Heard The Great Wind Blare.