STILL-DAY
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When Northern Lights came slipping from the cave
Of spirits in the land-of-winter-ice,
And lifted up a spectral hand to clutch
The shuddering stars—Hi-yáh! Dark Mystery!
Baleful and sinister the fleeting mood
That swept across his stoic countenance,
As when a black bat darts across the moon
And throws a flapping shadow on a pool.
Of spirits in the land-of-winter-ice,
And lifted up a spectral hand to clutch
The shuddering stars—Hi-yáh! Dark Mystery!
Baleful and sinister the fleeting mood
That swept across his stoic countenance,
As when a black bat darts across the moon
And throws a flapping shadow on a pool.
