Below the thunders of the upper deep;
Far far beneath 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 fins the slumbering green.
There hath he lain for ages and will lie
Battening upom huge seaworms in his sleep,
Until the latter fire shall heat the deep;
Then once by men and angelsto be seen,
In roaring he shall rise and on the surface die.
Alfred Tennyson