Lyonesse
In Lyonesse was beauty enough, men say:Long Summer loaded the orchards to excess,And fertile lowlands lengthening far away,In Lyonesse.
Came a term to that land’s old favoredness:Past the sea-walls, crumbled in thundering spray,Rolled the green waves, ravening, merciless.
Through bearded boughs immobile in cool decay,Where sea-bloom covers corroding palaces,The mermaid glides with a curious glance to-day,In Lyonesse.