Whither is now that city vanished
Where once I walked with innocence hand in hand?
O, an insidious tide hath drowned
Deeper than regret
Cupola, minaret,
And all the streets are sand.
Surely the streets were emerald-paven
When I walked there with innocence. Alas!
Vainly, vainly I peer into
The water’s riddling face,
There is left no trace
Of my lost Lyonesse.