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Emily Dickinson's Collected Poems

Part One: Life 107. The reticent volcano keeps

RETICENCE.


The reticent volcano keeps

His never slumbering plan;

Confided are his projects pink

To no precarious man.


If nature will not tell the tale

Jehovah told to her,

Can human nature not survive

Without a listener?


Admonished by her buckled lips

Let every babbler be.

The only secret people keep

Is Immortality.