Πέμπτη, 7 Φεβρουαρίου 2013

THE LOST ATLANTIS.

THE LOST ATLANTIS.

FAIR Atlantis, peerless country !
Lulled within the Ocean s arms,
Lying beautiful and shining
Far beneath the storm s alarms;
Never has a plague come near thee ;
In thy halls were love and ease ;
Now, above thee lost Atlantis !
Roll the ever restless seas.
In those histories, half tradition,
With their mythical thread of gold,
We shall find the name and story
Of thy cities, fair and old;
Dreaming bard has told in fancy
Wandering minstrel sung of thee,
Now, above thee, lost Atlantis,
Rolls the ever restless sea.
Every heart has such a country ;
Some Atlantis loved, and lost
Where upon the gleaming sand bars
Once life s fitful ocean tost;
Mighty cities rose in splendor
Love was monarch of that clime
Now, above that lost Atlantis
Rolls the restless sea of Time.
Happy he, who looking backward
From a life of larger scope
Deems a youthful idle fancy
His lost continent of Hope ;
Or by light of love and gladness,
Find the present home sublime
Glad that over his Atlantis
Rolls the restless sea of Time.