They placed me where those streamers play,
Those nimble beams of brilliant light;
It would the stoutest heart dismay,
To see, to feel, that dreadful sight:
So swift, so pure, so cold, so bright,
They pierced my frame with icy wound;
And all that half-year’s polar night,
Those dancing streamers wrapp’d me round.
Slowly that darkness pass’d away,
When down upon the earth I fell, -