The Deep-Sea Cables
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 earthWords, 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!”