THE FROST-FISHER'S SONG.
When Luna bright, on frosty night, Illumes the air so still, And Vesper, high in cloudless sky, Peeps smiling o'er the hill; With footstep free, beside the sea,
Till break of day I roam, To catch the frostfish, lightly tossed
By sportive breakers home! The story goes, that Venus rose
From out the sea one day, With rosy grace, her lovely face Veil'd in a cloud of spray. It may not be our fate to see A goddess in the foam; But faith l will we contented be
To take a frostfish home! What sight so rare, as can compare, On such a night as this, With Luna's ray upon the bay,
That quivers 'neath her kiss? And it doth seem that every gleam, Sharp-glancing thro' the foam, Must be a fish, to bless our wish—
Borne by the breakers home. I've join'd in sport of many a sort, Upon both sea and land; But give to me the ramble free,
Upon the moonlit strand! Let Somnus steep, in slumbers deep, The drones who hate to roam; I'd watch all night to earn that sight— A frostfish struggling home!
Moeraki, August 18.
THE FROST-FISHER'S SONG.
Otago Witness, Issue 1866, 26 August 1887, Page 29
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