Murias

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.