There rolls the deep where grew the tree O earth, what changes hast thou seen! There where the long street roars hath been. The stillness of the central sea.

Alfred Tennyson
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The poem ‘The Rime of the Ancient Mariner’ is a story about a man who comes across a shipwreck. He tries to help the sailors because he knows that they are alive. The ship was covered with blood and the people’s heads were gone. The man tried to save them but he could not.

He took the dead bodies to put them in the boat but there was not enough room. Then the man had an idea, “I will take their heads and stow them in my boat, so when I get to the bottom of the sea all will be well,” said he. The poem ends with this man saying, "There rolls the deep where grew the tree/O earth, what changes hast thou seen!"

Source: In Memoriam

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