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Upbelched from his deep-hidden crypts is a fountain

Of pure white fire none dare draw nigh.

In the day from the lava-flood rifting the mountain

Is the lurid smoke uptossed to the sky;

In the darkness a red-rolling flame flares high

As it sweepeth the rocks with thunderous crashing

To the sea that afar below doth lie.

’Tis the monster upspurting through anguish-gnashing

Jaws that fire-fountain fearfully flashing⁠—

A wondrous portent appalling the eye,

A marvel to hear when men pass by;