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A still—Volcano—Life—
That flickered in the night—
When it was dark enough to do
Without erasing sight—
A quiet—Earthquake Style—
Too subtle to suspect
By natures this side Naples—
The North cannot detect
The Solemn—Torrid—Symbol—
The lips that never lie—
Whose hissing Corals part—and shut—
And Cities—ooze away—
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- My Life Closed Twice
- We Grow Accustomed To The Dark
- By The Sea
- A Prison Gets To Be A Friend
- A Sepal, Petal, And A Thorn