Author Richard Henry Dana “I look, where mortal man may not,— Down to the chambers of the deep. I see the dead, long, long forgot; I see them in their sleep.A dreadful power is mine, which none can know,Save he who leagues his soul with death and woe.” Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments