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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. 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
ste, and I found him at shut of day, Naked there as a new-born babe--so I left him where he lay. Day after day was sinister, and I fought fierce-eyed despair, And I clung to life, and I struggled on, I knew not why nor where. I packed my grub in short relays, and I cowered down in my tent, And the world around was purged of sound like a frozen continent. Day after day was dark as death, but ever and ever at nights, With a brilliancy that grew and grew, blazed up the Northern Lights. They rolled around with a soundless sound like softly bruised silk; They poured into the bowl of the sky with the gentle flow of milk. In eager, pulsing violet their wheeling chariots came, Or they poised above the Polar rim like 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. ED IT O'ER THE SEAMLESS WASTE AND I FOUND HIM AT SHUT OF DAY NAKED THERE AS A NEW BORN BABE SO I LEFT HIM WHERE HE LAY DAY AFTER DAY WAS SINISTER AND I FOUGHT FIERCE EYED DESPAIR AND I CLUNG TO LIFE AND I STRUGGLED ON I KNEW NOT WHY NOR WHERE I PACKED MY GRUB IN SHORT RELAYS AND I COWERED DOWN IN MY TENT AND THE WORLD AROUND WAS PURGED OF SOUND LIKE A FROZEN CONTINENT DAY AFTER DAY WAS DARK AS DEATH BUT EVER EVER AT NIGHTS WITH A BRILLIANCY THAT GREW AND GREW BLAZED UP THE NORTHERN LIGHTS THEY ROLLED AROUND WITH A SOUNDLESS SOUND LIKE SOFTLY BRUISED SILK THEY POURED INTO THE BOWL OF THE SKY WITH THE GENTLE FLOW OF MILK IN EAGER PULSING VIOLET THEIR WHEELING CHARIOTS CAME OR THEY POISED ABOVE 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
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