the reticent volcano

It has been a while since I posted any Dickinson, and I have had this poem stuck in my head recently. No reason why, exactly, but Dickinson does that. Also I really love this one.

The reticent volcano keeps
His never slumbering plan;
Confided are his projects pink
To no precarious man.

If nature will not tell the tale
Jehovah told to her,
Can human nature not survive
Without a listener?

Admonished by her buckled lips
Let every babbler be.
The only secret people keep
Is Immortality.

—Emily Dickinson (1830-1886), "The reticent volcano keeps," no. 1748, or no. 107 from "Part One: Life" in The Complete Poems, 1924.