The Dawn-Burst Poem by John Bannister Tabb

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 Ætna or Vesuvius of old,
Or ever prophet, on the sacred height
Of song, foretold.

Thursday, September 2, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: volcano,silence
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