Etna

The port is large,
And sheltered from the winds. But JEum near,
With frightful desolation roars, at times
Sending up bursts of black clouds in the air,
With rolling smoke of pitch, and flashing sparks,
And globes of flame that lick the very stars.
Then, from the bowels of the mountain torn,
Huge stones are hurled, and melted rocks heaped up,
A roaring flood of fire. 'T is said that here
Enceladus, half blasted by the bolts
Of heaven, was thrust beneath the mountainous mass;
And mighty Etna, piled above, sends forth
His fiery breathings from the broken flues ;
And every time he turns his weary sides,
All Sicily groans and trembles, and the sky
Is wreathed in smoke.