Below the thunders of the deep Far beneath in the abysmal sea His ancient, dreamless sleep And the faintest sunlight flee There hath he lain for ages And will lie Until the latter fire shall heat the deep On his shadowy sides, above him swell Millenial growth and height Sponges huge and far away, in to the light From many wondrous cells There hath he lain for ages And will lie Battering upon sea-worms in his sleep Until the latter fire shall heat the deep Riding on waves up high Once by man and angels to be seen In roaring thunder he shall rise And on the surface die Enormous polypi What have thine eyes seen? Winnow giant arms Through the slumbering green Riding on waves up high Once by man and angels to be seen In roaring thunder he shall rise And on the surface die