Down there is darkness such as never 
Was on the surface of the earth, 
And gulfs steeper than the steepest cliff-falls 
Among the most giddying mountain heights. 
Red clay and blue mud line its crevasses, 
And millions and millions of little shells,
The remains of little lives, extinguished, 
Forgotten as if they had never been.
Fittingly the sea is a symbol of eternity, 
Where things are lost to sight, and inaccessible 
To thought. There even the relics 
Of humanity can be but a sparse scattering. 
And of what value to itself or another
Is the huge immovable creature 
Lying at the very bottom of the ocean, and waving 
A faint luminosity to attract its prey?