Below the thunders of the upper deep, <br />Far far beneath in the abysmal sea, <br />His ancient, dreamless, uninvaded sleep <br />The Kraken sleepeth: faintest sunlights flee <br />About his shadowy sides: above him swell <br />Huge sponges of millennial growth and height; <br />And far away into the sickly light, <br />From many a wondrous grot and secret cell <br />Unnumbered and enormous polypi <br />Winnow with giant fins the slumbering green. <br />There hath he lain for ages and will lie <br />Battening upon huge seaworms in his sleep, <br />Until the latter fire shall heat the deep; <br />Then once by men and angels to be seen, <br />In roaring he shall rise and on the surface die.<br /><br />Alfred Lord Tennyson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-kraken-2/
