The Arctic Queen
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
In glowing sparks wide over all the land.
The surging sea dashed its bewildered waves
Against the foreheads of gigantic bergs,
Walking, like drunken men, the noisy deep.
Anon the POLE was calm. Uninjured stood
The mortal maid before the great OENE;
While near, a thousand prostrate subjects lay
Slain by an angry sovereign disobeyed.
"Queen of this strange and spectral land, wilt thou
Not show thy favor to a lonesome child
Come wandering a