Poems (King)/The Aurora Borealis
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The Aurora Borealis
WHENCE comes this rosy-red, mysterious light,
That bathes the cloud-flecked canopy of blue?
Anon 'tis pink, and then to crimson hue
It flushes with a radiance softly bright.
See! upward dart the fluted shafts of white,
And now the tender star-buds, pale and few,
In dewy depths, come trembling into view—
A blush is on the dusky face of night.
That bathes the cloud-flecked canopy of blue?
Anon 'tis pink, and then to crimson hue
It flushes with a radiance softly bright.
See! upward dart the fluted shafts of white,
And now the tender star-buds, pale and few,
In dewy depths, come trembling into view—
A blush is on the dusky face of night.
O God, thy glory on the sky is writ,
Traced out in fire by ever-burning stars;
As o'er that mighty text, in shimmering bars,
Auroral lights like raveled rainbows flit,
Our souls to heaven upcaught and rapture-lit,
Forget life's discord and its battle scars.
Traced out in fire by ever-burning stars;
As o'er that mighty text, in shimmering bars,
Auroral lights like raveled rainbows flit,
Our souls to heaven upcaught and rapture-lit,
Forget life's discord and its battle scars.