The Kraken
By Alfred, Lord 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.
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Laundries all folded but not yet put away. 2/3 of the packing undone but there's no room in the house to put away the rest of the stuff, it seems. And my kids have decided to distract me by asking to watch the extended edition of The Fellowship of the Ring, since I stuck on the beginning on Starz last night while folding clothes.
I'll be caught up someday!
Peace Monument, Little Bighorn
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