In the sunken city of Murias A golden Image dwells: The sea-song of the trampling waves Is as muffled bells Where He dwells, In the city of Murias. In the sunken city of Murias A golden Image gleams: The loud noise of the moving seas Is as woven beams Where He dreams, In the city of Murias. In the sunken city of Murias, Deep, deep beneath the sea The Image sits and hears Time break The heart I gave to thee And thou to me, In the city of Murias. In the city of Murias, Long, oh, so long ago, Our souls were wed when the world was young; Are we old now, that we know This silent woe In the city of Murias? In the sunken city of Murias A graven Image dwells: The sound of our little sobbing prayer Is as muffled bells Where He dwells, In the city of Murias. |