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~The Blue Moon~

Nillywill and Hands-pansy were the most unimportant
and happy pair of lovers the world has ever gained or lost.

With them it had been a case of love at first blindness
since the day when they had tumbled into each other's
arms in the same cradle. And Hands-pansy, when he
first saw her, did not discover that Nillywill was a
real princess hiding her birthright in the home
of a poor peasant; nor did Nillywill, when she first saw
Hands, see in him the baby-beginnings of the most honest
and good heart that ever sprang out of poverty
and humble parentage. So from her end of their little
crib she kicked him with her royal rosy toes, and he
from his kicked back and laughed: and thus, as you hear,
at first blindness they fell head over ears in love with
one another. Nothing could undo that; for day by day
earth and sun and wind came to rub it in deeper, and
water could not wash it off. So when they had been
seven years together there could be no doubt that they
felt as if they had been made for each other in heaven.

And then something very big and sad came to pass;
for one day Nillywill had to leave off being a peasant
child and become a princess once more.
People very grand and grown-up came to the woodside
where she flowered so gaily, and caught her by the
golden hair of her head and pulled her up by her dear
little roots, and carried her quite away from Hands-pansy
to a place she had never been in before.

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They put her into a large palace, with woods and
terraces and landscape gardens on all sides of it;
and there she sat crying and pale, saying that she wanted
to be taken back to Hands-pansy and grow up and
marry him, though he was but the poor peasant
boy he had always been. Those that had charge of
Nillywill in her high station talked wisely, telling her
to forget him. "For," said they, "such a thing as a princess marrying a peasant boy can only happen once in a
blue moon!" When she heard that, Nillywill began every
night to watch the moon rise, hoping some evening to see
it grow up like a blue flower against the dusk and shake
down her wish to her like a bee out of its deep bosom.

But night by night, silver, or ruddy, or primrose, it lit a
place for itself in the heavens; and years went by,
bringing the Princess no nearer to her desire to find room
for Hands-pansy amid the splendours of her throne.
She knew that he was five thousand miles away and had
only wooden peasant shoes to walk in; and when she
begged that she might once more have sight of him,
her whole court, with the greatest utterable politeness,
cried "No!" The Princess's memory sang to her of him
in a thousand tunes, like woodland birds carolling; but
it was within the cage which men call a crown that her
thoughts moved, fluttering to be out of it and free.

So time went on, and Nillywill had entered gently
into sweet womanhood--the comeliest princess that ever
dropped a tear; and all she could do for love was to fill
her garden with dark-eyed pansies, and walk among their
humble upturned faces which reminded her so well of
her dear Hands--Hands who was a long five thousand
miles away. "And, oh!" she sighed, watching for the
blue moon to rise, "when will it come and make me at one
with all my wish?" Looking up, she used to wonder what
went on there. She and Hands had stolen into the woods,
when children together, and watched the small earth-fairies
at play, and had seen them, when the moon was full,
lift up their arms to it, making, perhaps, signals of greeting
to far-off moon-brothers. So she thought to herself,
"What kind are the fairies up there, and who is the
greatest moon-fairy of all who makes the blue moon rise
and bring good-will to the sad wishers of the human race?

Is it," thought Nillywill, "the moon-fairy who then opens
its heart and brings down healing therefrom to lovers upon earth?" And now, as happens to all those who are captives
of a crown, Nillywill learned that she must wed with one
of her own rank who was a stranger to her save for his
name and his renown as the lord of a neighbouring country;
there was no help for her, since she was a princess,
but she must wed according to the claims of her station.
When she heard of it, she went at nightfall to her pansies,
all lying in their beds, and told them of her grief.
They, awakened by her tears, lifted up their grave
eyes and looked at her. "Do you not hear?" said they.

"Hear what?" asked the Princess. "We are low in the ground:
we hear!" said the pansies. "Stoop down your head and
listen!" The Princess let her head go to the ground;
and "click, click," she heard wooden shoes coming along
the road. She ran to the gate, and there was Hands,
tall and lean, dressed as a poor peasant, with a bundle
tied up in a blue cotton handkerchief across his shoulder,
and five thousand miles trodden to nothing by the
faithful tramping of his old wooden shoes.
"Oh, the blue moon, the blue moon!" cried the Princess;
and running down the road, she threw herself into his arms.

How happy and proud they were of each other!
He, because she remembered him and knew him so well
by the sight of his face and the sound of his feet after all these years; and she, because he had come all that way in a pair of wooden shoes, just as he was, and had not been afraid that she would be ashamed to know him again. "I am so hungry!" said Hands, when he and Nillywill had done kissing each other. And when Nillywill heard that, she brought him into the palace through the pansies by her own private way; then with her own hands she set food before him, and made him eat. Hands, looking at her, said, "You are quite as beautiful as I thought you would be!" "And you--so are you!" she answered, laughing and
clapping her hands. And "Oh, the blue moon," she cried--
"surely the blue moon must rise to-night!" Low down in the
west the new moon, leaning on its side, rocked and turned
softly in its sleep; and there, facing the earth through the
cleared night, the blue moon hung like a burning grape
against the sky. Like the heart of a sapphire laid open,
the air flushed and purpled to a deeper shade.
The wind drew in its breath close and hushed, till not
a leaf quaked in the boughs; and the sea that lay out west
gathered its waves together softly to its heart, and let the
heave of its tide fall wholly to slumber. Round-eyed,
the stars looked at themselves in the charmed water,
while in a luminous azure flood the light of the blue moon
flowed abroad. Under the light of many tapers within
drawn curtains of tapestry, and feasting her eyes upon the happiness of Hands, the Princess felt the change that had entranced the outer world. "I feel," she said, "I do not know how--as if the palace were standing siege. Come out where we can breathe the fresh air!" The light of the tapers grew ghostly and dim, as, parting the thick hangings of the window, they stepped into the night. "The blue moon!" cried Nillywill to her heart;

"oh, Hands, it is the blue moon!" All the world seemed carved out of blue stone; trees with stems dark-veined as marble rose up to give rest to boughs which drooped the altered hues of their foliage like the feathers of peacocks at roost. Jewel within jewel they burned through every shade from blue to onyx.
The white blossoms of a cherry-tree had become changed
into turquoise, and the tossing spray of a fountain as it
drifted and swung was like a column of blue fire.
Where a long inlet of sea reached in and touched the feet
of the hanging gardens the stars showed like glow-worms, emerald in a floor of amethyst. There was no motion abroad,
nor sound: even the voice of the nightingale was stilled,
because the passion of his desire had become visible
before his eyes. "Once in a blue moon!" said Nilly-will,
waiting for her dream to become altogether true.

"Let us go now," she said, "where I can put away my crown!
To-night has brought you to me, and the blue moon has
come for us: let us go!" "Where shall we go?" asked Hands.
"As far as we can," cried Nillywill. "Suppose to the blue moon!
To-night it seems as if one might tread on water or air.
Yonder across the sea, with the stars for stepping-stones,
we might get to the blue moon as it sets into the waves."
But as they went through the deep alleys of the garden
that led down to the shore they came to a sight more
wonderful than anything they had yet seen.

Before them, facing toward the sea, stood two great
reindeer, their high horns reaching to the overhead
boughs; and behind them lay a sledge, long and with deep
sides like the sides of a ship. All blue they seemed in that
strange light. There too, but nearer to hand, was the
moon-fay himself waiting--a great figure of lofty stature,
clad in furs of blue fox-skin, and with heron's wings
fastened above the flaps of his hood; and these lifted
themselves and clapped as Hands and the Princess drew near. "Are you coming to the blue moon?" called the fay,
and his voice whistled and shrewed to them like the voice of a wind. Hands-pansy gave back answer stoutly:

"Yes, yes, we are coming!" And indeed what better could he say? "But," cried Nillywill, holding back for a moment,
"what will the blue moon do for us?" "Once you are there," answered the moon-fay, "you can have your wish and
your heart's desire; but only once in a blue moon can
you have it. Are you coming?" "We are coming!" cried Nillywill. "Oh, let us make haste!" "Tread softly,"
whispered the moon-fay, "and stoop well under these
boughs, for if anything awakes to behold the blue moon,
the memory of it can never die. On earth only the
nightingale of all living things has beheld a blue moon;
and the triumph and pain of that memory wakens him
ever since to sing all night long. Tread softly,
lest others waken and learn to cry after us; for we in
the blue moon have our sleep troubled by those who
cry for a blue moon to return."

He looked towards Nillywill, and smiled with friendly eyes. "Come!" he said again, and all at once they had
leapt upon the sledge, and the reindeer were running
fast down toward the sea. The blue moon was resting
with its lower rim upon the waters. At that sight, before
they were clear of the avenues of the garden,
one of the reindeer tossed up his great branching horns
and snorted aloud for joy. With a soft stir in the
thick boughs overhead, a bird with a great trail of
feathers moved upon its perch. The sledge, gliding
from land, passed out over the smoothed waters,
running swiftly as upon ice; and the reflection of the stars
shone up like glow-worms as Nillywill and Hands-pansy,
in the moon-fay's company, sped away along its bright
surface. The still air whistled through the reindeers' horns;
so fast they went that the trees and the hanging gardens
and the palace walls melted away from view like wreaths
of smoke. Sky and sea became one magic sapphire drawing
them in towards the centre of its life, to the heart of
the blue moon itself. When the blue moon had set below
the sea, then far behind upon the land they had left the
leaves rustled and drew themselves sharply together,
shuddering to get rid of the stony stillness, and the magic
hues in which they had been dyed; and again the nightingale broke out into passionate triumph and complaint.

Then also from the bough which the reindeer had brushed
with its horns a peacock threw back its head and
cried in harsh lamentation, having no sweet voice
wherewith to acclaim its prize. And so ever since it cries,
as it goes up into the boughs to roost, because it shares
with the nightingale its grief for the memory of departed
beauty which never returns to earth save once in a blue moon. But Nillywill and Hands-pansy, living together in the blue moon, look back upon the world, if now and then they choose to remember, without any longing for it or sorrow.

~by Laurence Housman

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