 | Original poems for my children |  |
THE SEA-DEEPS.
Deeper than the narwhal sinketh,Deeper than the sea-horse drinketh,
There are miles, and miles of sea,
Where darkness reigns eternally.
Have ever reached the deep sea-bed;
Nor aught again beheld the light,
Which touched that land of endless night.
Above, a ship might strike and ground,
Below, no bottom could be found;
Though o'er the rocks the white waves hiss,
Unfathomed lay the dark abyss:
Depths measureless—rocks that were hurled
From the foundations of the world.
Deeper than plummet e'er can go
Lie those grim endless depths below,
Which neither wind nor wave come near,
For all is dark and silent there.
Perchance, huge monsters, feed and sleep
Below that black and soundless deep,
Monsters of such weight and size,
That they have no power to rise.
The mighty Kraken, which they say,
Will heave up on that awful day,
When the last trumpet's startling sound
Shall pierce the inmost depths profound;
He 'll from the burning granite start,
And many a league of ocean part,
While his huge bulk he doth uprear,
And like an island vast appear.
Such monstrous things, they say, now sleep
Within the caverns of the deep.
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