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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HASTY PUDDING by JOEL BARLOW TO A MOUNTAIN DAISY by ROBERT BURNS A PATCH OF OLD SNOW by ROBERT FROST THE BROWN THRUSH by LUCY LARCOM EPITAPH (ON A COMMONPLACE PERSON WHO DIED IN BED) by AMY LEVY THE OLD SWIMMIN'-HOLE by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY |