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In that vast white world where the silent sky communes with the silent snow, In hunger and cold and misery I wandered to and fro. IN THAT VAST WHITE WORLD WHERE THE SILENT SKY COMMUNES WITH THE SILENT SNOW IN HUNGER AND COLD AND MISERY I WANDERED TO AND FRO
 a coronal of flame. From depths of darkness fathomless their lancing rays were hurled, Like the all-combining search-lights of the navies of the world. There on the roof-pole of the world as one bewitched I gazed, And howled and grovelled like a beast as the awful splendors blazed. My eyes were seared, yet thralled I peered through the parka hood nigh blind; But I staggered on to the lights that shone, and never I looked behind. There is a mountain round and low that lies by the Polar rim, And I climbed its height in a whirl of light, and I peered o'er its jagged brim; And there in a crater deep and vast, ungained, unguessed of men, The mystery of the Arctic world was flashed into my ken. For there these poor dim eyes of mine beheld the sight of sights-- That hollow ring was the source and spring of the mystic Northern Lights. Then I staked that place from crown to base, and I hit the homeward trail. Ah, God! it was good, though my eyes were blurred, and I crawled like a sickly snail. OVE THE POLAR RIM LIKE A CORONAL OF FLAME FROM THE DEPTHS OF DARKNESS FATHOMLESS THEIR LANCING RAYS WERE HURLED LIKE THE ALL COMBINING SEARCHLIGHTS OF THE NAVIES OF THE WORLD THERE ON THE ROOF POLE OF THE WORLD AS ONE BEWITCHED I GAZED AND HOWLED AND GROVELLED LIKE A BEAST AS THE AWFUL SPLENDORS BLAZED MY EYES WERE SEARED YET THRALLED I PEERED THROUGH THE PARK A HOOD NIGH BLIND BUT I STAGGERED ON TO THE LIGHTS THAT SHONE AND I NEVER LOOKED BEHIND THERE IS A MOUNTAIN ROUND AND LOW THAT LIES BY THE POLAR RIM AND I CLIMBED ITS HEIGHT IN A WHIRL OF LIGHT AND I PEERED O'ER THE JAGGED BRIM AND THERE IN A CRATER DEEP AND VAST UNGAINED UNGUESSED OF MAN THE MYSTERY OF THE ARCTIC WORLD WAS FLASHED INTO MY KEN FOR THERE THESE POOR DIM EYES OF MINE BEHELD THE SIGHT OF SIGHTS THAT HOLLOW RING WAS THE SOURCE AND SPRING OF THE MYSTIC NORTHERN LIGHTS THEN I STAKED THAT PLACE FROM CROWN TO BASE AND I HIT THE HOMEWARD TRAIL AH GOD IT WAS GOOD THOUGH MY EYES WERE BLURRED AND I CRAWLED LIKE A SICKLY SNAIL
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