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To Pohutu in Ebullition.
In Earth’s eternal steadfastness, are gone:
Even such a tumult smote in that wild hour
Our Maiden.

Alfred Domett.

XX.

To Pohutu in Ebullition.

Whence all this whiteness?
This star-foam of brightness
 In fairy-like show?
This marvellous spasm
Outleaping the chasm
 Of darkness below?
Begotten in thunder,
The stormy depths under,
Thou awful white wonder—
Why travailest thou so?

Below! How infernal!
Above! How supernal!
Effervescent—florescent
 White heat and white glow.
Erstwhile thou wert sleeping
And weirdly keeping
Thy mad pulse from leaping
 To vehement flow.
Oh, what are the powers
That force thy white showers
 To such spectre-like play?
Doth thy vicinity
Hold a divinity ?
 Or otherwise? say!

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