Below the thunders of the upper deep，
Far， far beneath in the abysmal1 sea，
His ancient， dreamless， uninvaded sleep
The Kraken sleepeth： faintest sunlights flee
about his shadowy sides； above him swell2
Huge sponges of millennial3 growth and height；
And far away into the sickly light，
From many a wondrous4 grot and secret cell
Unnumbered and enormous polypi
Winnow5 with giant arms the slumbering6 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.