AS ere from Lieule-Oaive's vapory head The Laplander beholds the far-off sun Dart his slant beam on unobeying snows, While yet the stern and solitary night Brooks no alternate sway, the Boreal Morn With mimic lustre substitutes its gleam, Guiding his course or by Niemi Lake Or Balda Zhiok, or the mossy stone Of Solfar-kapper, while the snowy blast Drifts arrowy by, or eddies round his sledge, Making the poor babe at its mother's back Scream in its scanty cradle; he the while Wins gentle solace as with upward eye He marks the streamy banners of the north, Thinking himself those happy spirits shall join Who there in floating robes of rosy light Dance sportively. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DON JUAN IN HELL by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE A MEDITATION FOR HIS MISTRESS by ROBERT HERRICK TO THE UNKNOWN EROS: BOOK 2: 7. TO THE BODY by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE THE FIELD MOUSE by WILLIAM SHARP |