IN fiery caverns was my glowing birth, The great laboratories of the earth, Thence issuing, with devastating power, Entombing cities in a single hour; The vineyards of bright Sicily have been Of my o'erwhelming might too oft the dreary scene. Yet I encircle many a fair white arm, Or holding ink and pens give no alarm; Though none may stay my incandescent course Till Neptune doth oppose his briny force. Mysterious child of subterranean fires, Strange relics I preserve of fair Italia's sires. |