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You were not with me when the Northern Lights Blazed white across the late March sky: You did not see the wondrous, awful heights, Which by their vastness, terrify.

You did not feel the strange and weird unrest That comes into the soul of man When Heaven's star-bejewelled lights attest The meagreness of Life's vague span.

You did not sense the melancholy spleen Of solitude which fills the mind, Like some ugly dwarf with hideous mien, Cursing the softness of Spring wind.

You did not crave, while drinking deep the wine Of Heaven's wondrous potency, The nearness of another to define In silence, Love's great ecstasy. [11]