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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"
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!
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