by Lord Alfred Tennyson

    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

    Unnumbered and enormous polypi

    Winnow with giant arms the slumbering green.

    There hath he lain for ages， and will lie

    Battening upon huge sea worms 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.