Northern Lights
Its obscurity, so beautiful with the colors;
To see nature thrashing to her rest,
To look upon the star-lights form into one,
Brought by our Luna, to sweep nights sable:
Like a poor spirit yonder approaching shadowy trails,
Her silver crescent sparkling swan like through the sky,
The sun is set, and now the world is halcyon,
While pinto wanders into a demented hospital orderlies!
An hour so silent and restful might tempt the angel to oppose,
To leave their godly halls, and slip around now:
Leaping wilderness of smoke among,
Or playing running the cold moon's steaming jowls,
And stare at the world, as calm as when it drops with water-
From your hand time has made it old!
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