Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

ARTHUR GRIMBLE . *ATLANTIS . IN dreams, my soul was backward drawn 1 A thousand thousand years to -night, Back to the world 's impulsive dawn When first Atlantis knew the light. Great Cities of the men of old , I saw them all in fire of gold . There , many a climbing minaret Lay mirrored in the dreaming sea With strangely precious carvings set In chrysoprase and ebony , And metals , wrought in fashions fair Of filagree as light as air . The streets were full of cheerful noise ; Princes and burghers passed me by , And grave philosophers , and boys , And maidens with reluctant eye . And every robe was brightly kissed With green , and gold , and amethyst . Around the cities sacred groves , Fulfilled of sunny pleasure , lay , Soft with the rumour of the doves ; While sounds of singing far away Told how the priests in ancient wise Led heifers to the sacrifice .