They writhed like a brood of angry snakes,
hissing and sulphur pale,
They rolled around with a soundless sound
Like softly bruised silk.
From "The Ballad of the Northern Lights",
by Robert W Service
From "The Iceberg",
by Sir Charles G.D. Robert
From "Libertie - A Vision",
by Robert Burns.
If you listen,
When weirdly the lights are streaming,
Perhaps you may hear a whisper low.
Both extracts from "Northern Lights"
by T.A. Robertson.
Auroral photographs courtesy of Jay Brausch, Glen Ullin ND, USA
Auroral radio noise courtesy of Stephen P. McGreevy, University of Iowa
Poetry from "Keoeeit - The Story of the Aurora Borealis" by William Petrie, Pergamon Press, 1963.