And the Skies of night were alive with light, with a throbbing, thrilling flame;
Amber and rose and violet, opal and gold it came.
It swept the sky like a giant scythe, it quiverred back to a wedge;
Argently bright, it cleft the night with a wavy golden edge.
Pennants of silver waved and streamed, lazy banners unfurled;
Sudden splendors of sabres gleamed, lightning javelins were hurled.
There in our awe we crouched and saw with our wild, uplifted eyes
Charge and retire the hosts of fire in the battlefield of the skies.
Robert W. Service from "The Ballad of the Northern Lights"
I went out for a walk one night;
looking skyward, the Northern Lights
swirled and danced, pirouetting on the
edges of eternity.
I went out for a walk one night;
looking skyward, red and blue and green
tinges laced in swirling curls
around and around intricately patterned;
they weaved to and fro.
I went out for a walk one night;
looking skyward, skyward and earthward,
round and round, twirling and spiriting
back and forth, they danced to the Creator's delight.