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The Dawn-Burst

Lo, now the dead volcano Night
In silence cold
Throbs; and the prisoned lava, long controlled,
Bursts forth in molten gold—
A torrent mightier far than rolled
From Ętna or Vesuvius of old,
Or ever prophet, on the sacred height
Of song, foretold.

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