The Apparition A Retrospect

Convulsions came; and, where the field  Long slept in pastoral green,

A goblin-mountain was upheaved(Sure the scared sense was all deceived),  Marl-glen and slag-ravine.  The unreserve of Ill was there,  The clinkers in her last retreat;

But, ere the eye could take it in,

Or mind could comprehension win,  It sunk! — and at our feet.  So, then,

Solidity's a crust —  The core of fire below;

All may go well for many a year,

But who can think without a fear  Of horrors that happen so?