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 –
-Emily Dickinson