"Warriors! do ye permit this sight!" she cried.

The lightest breath of that majestic voice
Had ever been with prompt obedience met;
But now, though hoarse and deep as surging sea,
No spear was lowered and no arrow bent.
The Pole-Queen raised aloft her pale right arm;--
She stamped her haughty feet upon the pave,--
And all the Powers of the vast Frigid Zone
Were in commotion terrible:--the earth
Shook till the people reeled, and reeling, fell;
The circle of white gems about the throne
Threw off strange darts of light which smote like steel:
Swift whirling round with inconceivable speed
A host of Northern Lights sprang into air,
And, battling round their Queen, confused and wild,
Blent with each other in the fierce affray.
The frightened stars paled in the distant sky;
And spectres rushed on shadowy steeds of grey
Down the flushed firmament; and shining spears,
Held by invisible hands, whirled high o'erhead.
Pale mortals in the far off Torrid Zone
Saw wonders in the Northern air with fear;
And when an inward trembling shook the Pole
Central through all the earth, in distant lands
The mountains belched forth fire on fated cities.

Behind the throne suddenly arose a shower,
As 'twere of phosphorescent flakes of snow,
Straight upward like a fountain, and then fell