Hearken, thou craggy ocean-pyramid, <br />Give answer by thy voice—the sea-fowls' screams! <br />When were thy shoulders mantled in huge streams? <br />When from the sun was thy broad forehead hid? <br />How long is't since the mighty Power bid <br />Thee heave to airy sleep from fathom dreams— <br />Sleep in the lap of thunder or sunbeams— <br />Or when grey clouds are thy cold coverlid! <br />Thou answer'st not; for thou art dead asleep. <br />Thy life is but two dead eternities, <br />The last in air, the former in the deep! <br />First with the whales, last with the eagle-skies! <br />Drowned wast thou till an earthquake made thee steep, <br />Another cannot wake thy giant-size!<br /><br />John Keats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-ailsa-rock/
