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I have never seen "Volcanoes"
But, when Travellers tell
How those oldphlegmatic mountains
Usually so still
Bear withinappalling 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!
