The kraken

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.