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Hearken, thou
craggy ocean-pyramid,
Give answer by thy voice -the
sea-fowls' screams!
When were thy shoulders mantled
in huge streams?
When from the sun was thy broad
forehead hid?
How long is't since the mighty Power
bid
Thee heave to airy sleep from fathom dreams -
Sleep in the lap of thunder or sunbeams -
Or when
grey clouds are thy cold coverlid!
Thou answer'st
not; for thou art dead asleep.
Thy life is but two
dead eternities,
The last in air, the former in the
deep!
First with the whales, last with the
eagle-skies!
Drowned wast thou till an earthquake
made thee steep,
Another cannot wake thy giant-size!
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