175 <br /> <br />I have never seen "Volcanoes"— <br />But, when Travellers tell <br />How those old—phlegmatic mountains <br />Usually so still— <br /> <br />Bear within—appalling Ordnance, <br />Fire, and smoke, and gun, <br />Taking Villages for breakfast, <br />And appalling Men— <br /> <br />If the stillness is Volcanic <br />In the human face <br />When upon a pain Titanic <br />Features keep their place— <br /> <br />If at length the smouldering anguish <br />Will not overcome— <br />And the palpitating Vineyard <br />In the dust, be thrown? <br /> <br />If some loving Antiquary, <br />On Resumption Morn, <br />Will not cry with joy "Pompeii"! <br />To the Hills return!<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-have-never-seen/
