IN awful ruins AEtna thunders nigh, And sends in pitchy whirlwinds to the sky Black clouds of smoke, which, still as they aspire, From their dark sides there bursts the glowing fire; At other times huge balls of fire are toss'd That lick the stars, and in the smoke are lost: Sometimes the mount, with vast convulsions torn, Emits huge rocks, which instantly are borne With loud explosions to the starry skies, The stones made liquid as the huge mass flies, Then back again with greater weight recoils, While AEtna thundering from the bottom boils. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CLASS SONG (WHICH WILL BE SUNG ON THE 22ND OF FEBRUARY) by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE SONG MAKER by SARA TEASDALE A LOVE SONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR ON THE DEATH OF JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE by FITZ-GREENE HALLECK ELIOT'S OAK; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW |