Atlantis, City of Wonder

{t}{u}{u} Merfolk you control have ward {1}.
Deep in our soul-seas there are sunken hopes
That once gleamed marble-white, pure shafts of stone
With carvings thereupon of cryptic joy
Long, long forgotten; streets submerged, that erst
Were brave with every sign of festal life;
And scented groves that stand for dreams; and near,
Great towers stately builded, palaces
For pleasure-making when the time was May;
All dim in tangles of mermaiden's hair.
By Richard Eugene Burton.