Northern Lights
I heard the trailing garments of the night sweep through her marble halls,
I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light from the celestial walls,
I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight, the manifold soft chimes
That fill the haunted chambers of the night, like some dead poet's rhymes.
From the cool cisterns of the midnight's air, my spirit drank repose,
The fountain of perpetual peace found there, from deep cisterns flows.
Peace, peace. Orestes-like I breathe this prayer: Descend with broad winged flight,
The welcome, thrice-prayed for, most fair, best-beloved night.
-- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Give me a spark of nature's fire, that's all the learning I desire. -- Robert Burns
Like a great poet, nature knows how to produce the greatest
effects with the most limited means.  -- Heinrich Heine
The night, the moon, the stars - I do not have to
purchase these things with money.  -- Plautus
Did it take you long to find me?  I asked the faithful light.
Did it take you long to find me?  Are you gonna stay the night?
-- Cat Stevens, "Moon Shadow"
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