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Hearken, thou craggy ocean pyramid!
Give answer from 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 gray 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 --
Drown'd wast thou till an earthquake made thee steep, / Another cannot wake thy giant size.