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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

On my volcano grows the Grass

On my volcano grows the Grass
A meditative spot -
An acre for a Bird to choose
Would be the General thought -
 
How red the Fire rocks below -
How insecure the sod
Did I disclose
Would populate with awe my solitude.

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