New Zealand Verse/To Pohutu in Ebullition

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To Pohutu in Ebullition.

Whence all this whiteness?This star-foam of brightness In fairy-like show?This marvellous spasmOutleaping the chasm Of darkness below?Begotten in thunder,The stormy depths under,Thou awful white wonder—Why travailest thou so?
Below! How infernal!Above! How supernal!Effervescent—florescent White heat and white glow.Erstwhile thou wert sleepingAnd weirdly keepingThy mad pulse from leaping To vehement flow.Oh, what are the powersThat force thy white showers To such spectre-like play?Doth thy vicinityHold a divinity ? Or otherwise? say!
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Is’t a Titan in anguish?Doth Prometheus languish In bowels of earth?Are Vulcans there? forgingAnd hammering and scourging To frustrate the birth Of a spirit?— infinite?—Escaping—uprising;—Now living—now dying,Now flowing—now flying, Retiring—expiring,The exquisite visionSinks back to its prison.

Joyce Jocelyn.

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