Veneta
C. Stanford
Wind and waters ring the bells
That rang for them of high degree
Trumpets are the sounding shells
In the city under the sea.
Where a Queen was wont to hide
Her outwearied majesty,
Swim the fishes open-eyed
In the city under the sea.
Many a street lies broad and fair,
Many a palace fair and free,
Neither a man nor woman there,
In the city under the sea.