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