Explore "The Deep-Sea Cables" by Rudyard Kipling on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
The wrecks dissolve above us; their dust drops down from afar -- / Down to the dark, to the utter dark, where the blind white sea-snakes are. / There is no sound, no echo of sound, in the deserts of the deep, / Or the great gray level plains of ooze where the shell-burred cables creep.
Here in the womb of the world -- here on the tie-ribs of earth / Words, and the words of men, flicker and flutter and beat -- / Warning, sorrow and gain, salutation and mirth -- / For a Power troubles the Still that has neither voice nor feet.
They have wakened the timeless Things; they have killed their father Time; / Joining hands in the gloom, a league from the last of the sun. / Hush! Men talk to-day o'er the waste of the ultimate slime, / And a new Word runs between: whispering, "Let us be one! "