601 <br /> <br />A still—Volcano—Life— <br />That flickered in the night— <br />When it was dark enough to do <br />Without erasing sight— <br /> <br />A quiet—Earthquake Style— <br />Too subtle to suspect <br />By natures this side Naples— <br />The North cannot detect <br /> <br />The Solemn—Torrid—Symbol— <br />The lips that never lie— <br />Whose hissing Corals part—and shut— <br />And Cities—ooze away—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-still-volcano-life/
