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Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924.

Part Five: The Single Hound

CXXVII

ON my volcano grows the grass,—

A meditative spot,

An area for a bird to choose

Would be the general thought.

How red the fire reeks below,

How insecure the sod—

Did I disclose, would populate

With awe my solitude.