Polytentacular, it grips
And rends to flinders passing ships.
By covering itself with sand,
The Kraken poses as a Land—
And rises with an awful roar
When hapless sailors come ashore,
Till falling back, it drags them down
To whirl and spin, and fail, and drown.
A dozen years have come and gone
Since when I held the watch at dawn
And through the water clear as air
Saw my own shadow riding there;
And stared into the glassy sea
As jelly eyes stared up at me.