"Radiant and lovely, the queen of the night."Tonight is the night when the full Moon make its closest approach to Earth all year and it will appear at its biggest and brightest to us Earthlings. Some call it the "Supermoon," although, in fact, it is unlikely that we will be able to tell any difference with our naked eyes from a normal full Moon. But, like every full Moon, this one will be gorgeous, well worth going outside to look at.
In honor of this "Supermoon," here's a poem about the Moon that I read and loved as a child. I'm sure many other children did, too. It it one of the reasons that I've had a life-long love affair with the Moon.
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.