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;