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He woke in terror to a sky more bright
Than middle day; he heard the sick earth groan, / And ran to see the lazy-smoking cone
Of the fire-mountain, friendly to his sight
As his wife's hand, gone strange and full of fright;
Over his fleeing shoulder it was shown
Rolling its pitchy lake of scalding stone
Upon his house that had no feet for flight. Where did he weep? Where did he sit him down
And sorrow, with his head between his knees?
Where said the Race of Man, "Here let me drown"?
"Here let me die of hunger"? -"let me freeze"? By nightfall he has built another town:
This boiling pot, this clearing in the trees.