When did you sink to your dreamless sleep <br /> Out there in your thunder bed? <br />Where the tempests sweep, <br />And the waters leap, <br /> And the storms rage overhead. <br /> <br />Were you lying there on your couch alone <br /> Ere Egypt and Rome were born? <br />Ere the Age of Stone, <br />Or the world had known <br /> The Man with the Crown of Thorn. <br /> <br />The winds screech down from the open west, <br /> And the thunders beat and break <br />On the amethyst <br />Of your rugged breast,-- <br /> But you never arise or wake. <br /> <br />You have locked your past, and you keep the key <br /> In your heart 'neath the westing sun, <br />Where the mighty sea <br />And its shores will be <br /> Storm-swept till the world is done.<br /><br />Emily Pauline Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sleeping-giant-thunder-bay-lake-superior/
