THE APPARITION

by: Herman Melville (1819-1891)

      ONVULSIONS came; and, where the field
      Long slept in pastoral green,
      A goblin-mountain was upheaved
      (Sure the scared sense was all deceived),
      Marl-glen and slag-ravine.
       
      The unreserve of Ill was there,
      The clinkers in her last retreat;
      But, ere the eye could take it in,
      Or mind could comprehension win,
      It sunk!--and at our feet.
       
      So, then, Solidity's a crust--
      The core of fire below;
      All may go well for many a year,
      But who can think without a fear
      Of horrors that happen so?

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