Night of the Earthquake.

Calm is the night of the earthquake
In whispering darknesses when the high unholy places
Shift, the deep rocks creep and the
Mountain-tops flare into flame.

When now their being is different, the lurid
Light of earth's fires shows as by
Lightnings of fever the whispering
Hills and the shouting in exultation.

Trembling mountains knowing the change of their being
As stone-deep-buried roots of growing mountains lift
In the whispering calm volcanic
Night of the earthquake.