Moon Magic At Milford

Sun (Auckland), Volume I, Issue 252, 14 January 1928, Page 23

Moon Magic At Milford

CONTINUED FROM PAGE 22. With bare, white feet they dance until, with joyful bound, they spring upon the shining strand. Then begins the revel of the sea-nymphs—a festival to be witnessed only by those with eye and heart of youth. The glittering background with Its shadowy islands in the far distance is like a great drop-scene and these sprites of the ocean are the performers making sweet melody, a fantasia of joy to celebrate the enthronement of Summer. Now bowing, now curtseying, they dance light-heartedly, until the grey, ing light heralds the approach of dawn. Then, forming in line, they gravely step along the mark of highest tide, casting down their seaweed, berries and shells, singing a mystic chant and making a magic path whereon who treads throws aside the mantle of age to assume the gay garments of youth. “Come away . . . come away ... come away,” they sing, and the tinkling sound, like breaking wavelets, reaches the ears of those with ears to hear, and they rouse themselves in their sleep to repeat the echo. "Away . . . away . . . away!” Whan the first bright sunrays shine across: the shoulder of Rangitoto, making a bridge of glory over the Channel, they stand in naked beauty, their rosy forms glowing in the light of the rising suu. Then one by one they fol. low the golden path until in his risen splendour they vanish. Moon magic? Yes, and more! A rekindling of the' bright spark of youth, which, perhaps, with the lapse of years haa be* coma dimmed. That is why people become young when they cross the line of high-water mark defined by a line of sea-weed, shells and flecks trt foam. They have crossed the enchanted line and are one with the waters nymphs who cast it there. In this realm of youth you may again see all the long-forgotten wonders —water-babies and pixies; among the rocks you may search for Mrs. Do-As-You_Would-Ete-Done-By” and perhaps find Mrs Be-Done-By-As-You-Did ” The past it not. The future is not. The glorious present is with you.