I have never seen "Volcanoes" β But, when Travellers tell How those old β phlegmatic mountains Usually so still β Bear within β appalling Ordnance, Fire, and smoke, and gun, Taking Villages for breakfast, And appalling Men β If the stillness is Volcanic In the human face When upon a pain Titanic Features keep their place β If at length the smouldering anguish Will not overcome β 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










