XII
by Percy Bysshe Shelley
· (no date)
Published 01/07/1880
Part of Marianne's Dream
Sudden, from out that city sprung
A light that made the earth grow red;
Two flames that each with quivering tongue
Licked its high domes, and overhead
Among those mighty towers and fanes
Dropped fire, as a volcano rains
Its sulphurous ruin on the plains.