The reticent volcano keeps
His never slumbering plan -
Confided are his projects pink
To no precarious man.
If nature will not tell the tale
Jehovah told to her
Can human nature not survive
Without a listener?
Admonished by her buckled lips
Let every babbler be
The only secret people keep
Is Immortality.
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- The inundation of the Spring
- The Mushroom is the Elf of Plants
- Whole Gulfs - of Red, and Fleets
- And with what body do they come
- He Preached Upon 'Breadth' Till It Argued Him Narrow —
