RE: Northern guilt?

"No, Duncan, I really don't think so..." they explained, with requisite
conviction. 

Not impressed? 

OK, 
Now let me step in, please. You see, that particular northern gilt was so
brief, when Greenland was Goldland evanescently. I'm casting my mind into
their back pages. It was in that northern frosted poem, wasn't it? Frosty
but hardly Boreal, since it was peaking above the western horizon. So it
could have been (merely) a setting sun, beckoning those same argonauts out
from the Mediterranean, and nothing more than that. Then the sudden "green
flash"! Only sudden. No reason to sail over the rainbow to Auz, where the
yellow bricks concluded "somewhere" in a different kind of monetary policy.
Maybe in the book at hand, he suggested in hope, paging back to find it
once more:  

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's flower; 
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf,
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to Day.
Nothing gold can stay. 

I was looking for something more... Calvinist. 
But I've learned to be happy with what I receive. 

-- B rude

 Duncan MacKenzie wrote: >Aha.
>
>Northern gilt. The minute particles of gold that condense in the air over
>the Arctic regions, that generate the Northern Lights. Cast your mind back
to...