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    The Arctic Queen
    The Arctic Queen
    The Arctic Queen
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    The Arctic Queen

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    Release dateNov 15, 2013
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      The Arctic Queen - Archive Classics

      The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Arctic Queen, by Unknown

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      Title: The Arctic Queen

      Author: Unknown

      Release Date: January 21, 2006 [EBook #17568]

      Language: English

      *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE ARCTIC QUEEN ***

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      The Arctic Queen.

      To

      Dr. ELISHA KENT KANE,

      COMMANDER OF THE GRINNELL EXPEDITION

      IN SEARCH OF SIR JOHN FRANKLIN—

      THIS POEM IS DEDICATED:

      WITH SINCEREST ADMIRATION OF HIS ENTERPRISE, COURAGE AND

      HEROIC SELF-DEVOTION,

      AND OF HIS SUCCESS AS DISCOVERER

      OF THE

      OPEN POLAR SEA.

      THE ARCTIC QUEEN.

      PART FIRST.

      Oene, of all the chilly Arctics, queen,

      Ascended to her everlasting throne

      Built on the steadfast centre of the world,

      And waited for the middle hour of night,

      Now swiftly coming, to convene her court.

      Set in an ocean of perpetual calm

      Was the fair island honoured by her reign;

      Slowly around her rolled the Frigid Zone,

      Dim in the mystic moonlight far away,—

      A silvery ring, circling her nearer realm

      With the pale lustre of its snowy walls,

      Defending from all storm and sudden change

      The sea which bathed the island's level shores.

      She sat upon her throne, and none might tell

      Whether her limbs the lambent lustre cast

      Upon the pearls of which it was composed,

      Or they cast beauty on her glowing form.

      Around her feet a pavement spread, inlaid

      Of squares of roseate sea-shells, set about

      With purple gems, unknown in other lands;—

      Thence, winding paths, sprinkled with golden sand,

      Ran out, through bowers of flowers and fields of green

      To meet the sea.

      Low in the South the Moon

      Shone full against the island. The North-star,

      Sparkling and blazing like a silver sun,

      Stood at the Zenith, as a lamp hung out

      From heaven to charm the endless Arctic night;—

      And thus a soft profusion of pure light,

      More exquisite than sunshine, fell abroad.

      Unnipped by daintiest frosts, in every field

      Flowers crowded thick; and trees, not tall nor rude,

      With slender stems upholding feathery shade,

      Nodded their heads and hung their pliant limbs

      In natural bowers, sweet with delicious gloom.

      Queen Oene sent her luminous glance afar:

      Fine rays of tintless light played round her head,

      Crowning her beauty with mysterious glory.

      She gazed away, beyond the tranquil sea,

      To distant mountains of unchanging snow,

      And still beyond, to where full many a tower

      And fortress reared their walls of gleaming ice

      On the dim verges of her vast domains.

      Scarcely had she in silence throned herself,

      Ere from the trees, or flower-coves of the shore,

      Or gliding in from idling on the sea,

      Her maids of honor came, a virgin train,

      Like a bright constellation clustering round

      The central star, most glorious of them all.

      One, in a crimson blossom, torn away

      From its far moorings, nestled at her ease,

      Was seen slowly to skim the silver lake;

      While the huge flower seemed of itself propelled,

      Save that, by chance, a flushed and saucy face,

      Peeped from the waves, showing a little imp

      Who tugged at its stout stem with willful toil.

      Kolona's limbs and bosom roseate glowed

      As the slant moonlight through the crimson flower

      Bathed her with blushes; but, when on the strand

      She lightly sprang, flinging her tresses back,

      A southern maiden would have deemed her pale.

      Too rich for pallor was the polished glow

      Of her lithe figure; while, in either cheek,

      The red veins glimmered; dark blue were her eyes;

      Her tresses, like deep shadows, made more fair

      The light which they enhanced, glancing within.

      The first to touch the white feet of the Queen

      And place herself at her right hand, was she.

      Others came soon; all bright, all beautiful,

      With deep blue eyes, and sweet mouths set in smiles.

      Long chains of jewels rare were, round their necks,

      Twined many times; these, flickering, rose and fell

      With the soft breath their full, graced bosoms drew.

      From waist to knee of each a tunic dropped

      In many folds, woven in changing hues

      Of birds' gay plumage, and fringed deep with gems,

      Which they with artless and unenvying pride,

      Would fain have made, each, most magnificent.

      They gathered round their Queen, as midnight neared.

      Suddenly, with the hour, there came a change

      Over the moonlight and the courtly scene.

      Oene upon the pavement pressed her feet,

      And out the North-Lights sprang, to do her will,

      From secret caverns underneath its pearls.

      O'er all the land she bade them come and go;

      Each battlemented iceberg on the deep

      Of other seas, and every snowy hall,

      And every

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