Below the thunders of the upper deep;
Far, far beneath in the
abysmal sea,
His ancient,
dreamless,
uninvaded sleep
The
Kraken sleepeth: faintest sunlights flee
About his shadowy sides: above him
swell
Huge
sponges of
millennial growth and height;
And far away into the
sickly light,
From many a wondrous
grot and secret cell
Unnumber’d and enormous
polypi
Winnow with giant arms the
slumbering green.
There hath he lain for ages and will lie
Battening upon huge
seaworms in his sleep,
Until the latter fire shall heat the deep;
Then once by man and
angels to be seen,
In roaring he shall rise and on the surface die.
Alfred, Lord Tennyson.