The Aurora Borealis

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The Aurora Borealis

Now have I grown a sharpness and an edge

Unto my future nights, and I will cut

Sheer through the ebon gates that yet will shut

On every set of day; or as a sledge

Drawn over snowy plains; where not a hedge

Breaks this Aurora’s dancing, nothing but

The one cold Eskimos’ unlikely hut

That swims in the broad moonlight! Lo, a wedge

Of the clean meteor hath been brightly driven

Right home into the fastness of the north!

Anon it quickeneth up into the heaven!

And I with it have clomb and spreaded forth

Upon the crisp and cooling atmosphere!

My soul is all abroad: I cannot find it here!