The reticent volcano keeps, par Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

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.

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