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On my volcano grows the Grass A meditative spot - An acre for a Bird to choose Would be the general thought - --- How red the Fire rocks below How insecure the Sod Did I disclose Would populate with awe my solitude E. |
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Not to be reproduced in whole or in part without permission. Transcription and commentary copyright 1998 by Martha Nell Smith, Laura Elyn Lauth, and Lara Vetter, all rights reserved Maintained by Rebecca Mooney <rnmooney@umd.edu> Last updated on January 25, 2008 |
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