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I have never seen “Volcanoes”-
But, when Travellers tell
How those old-phlegmatic mountains
Usually so still-
Bear within-appalling Ordnance,
Fire, and smoke, and gun,
Taking Villages for breakfast,
And appalling Men-
If the stillness is Volcanic
In the human face
When upon a pain Titanic
Features keep their place-
If at length the smouldering anguish
Will not overcome-
And the palpitating Vineyard
In the dust, be thrown?
If some loving Antiquary,
On Resumption Morn,
Will not cry with joy “Pompeii”!
To the Hills return!
I Have Never Seen “volcanoes”
Emily Dickinson
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