The dark-winged birds that emulate their rise
Melt through the pale blue sky.
There, all night long, with far diverging rays,
And stalking shades, the red Auroras glow;
From the keen heaven, meek suns with pallid blaze
Light up the Arctic snow.
Guide me, I pray, along those waves remote,
That deep unstartled from its primal rest;
Some errant sail, the fisher’s lone light boat
Borne waif-like on its breast!