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[CXXV. On my volcano grows the grass]
On my volcano grows the grass,—
A meditative spot,
An area for a bird to choose
Would be the general thought.
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.
How insecure the sod—
Did I disclose, would populate
With awe my solitude.
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