The Story of a Round-House, and Other Poems

by John Masefield

In some green island of the sea,

Where now the shadowy coral grows

In pride and pomp and empery

The courts of old Atlantis rose.

In many a glittering house of glass

The Atlanteans wandered there;

The paleness of their faces was

Like ivory, so pale they were.

And hushed they were, no noise of words

In those bright cities ever rang;