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With shouts the torrents down the gorges go, And storms are formed behind the storm we feel: The hemlock shakes in the rafter, the oak in the driving keel. --Herman Melville; Battle-Pieces (1860), Misgivings

'My soul is in the sky' Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream

...streamed in a flood of golden glory along the black walls, and far away down into the inmost recesses of the abyss.' (from Descent into the Maelstrom, Edgar Allen Poe 1841).