V.
The trumpet blew; Heart shot a glance
To catch his lady's eye.
But Brain gazed straight ahead, his lance
To aim more faithfully.
VI.
They charged, they struck; both fell, both bled;
Brain rose again, ungloved;
Heart, dying, smiled and faintly said,
"My love to my beloved."
SIDNEY LANIER.
THE WIND AND THE MOON.
Little Laddie, do you remember learning "The Wind and the Moon"? You
were eight or nine years old, and you shut your eyes and puffed out
your cheeks when you came to the line "He blew and He blew." The saucy
wind made a great racket and the calm moon never noticed it. That gave
you a great deal of pleasure, didn't it? We did not care much for the
noisy, conceited wind. (1824-.)
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.
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