Classic Poem

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.