First Line: LO, NOW THE DEAD VOLCANO NIGHT Last Line: OF SONG FORETOLD. Subject(s): DAWN; SUNRISE;
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 Aetna or Vesuvius of old, Or ever prophet on the sacred height Of song foretold.
