Song At Santa Cruz

Were there lovers in the lanes of Atlantis:     Meeting lips and twining fingers     In the mild Atlantis springtime?                     How should I know     If there were lovers in the lanes of Atlantis     When the dark sea drowned her mountains                     Many ages ago?     Were there poets in the paths of Atlantis:     Eager poets, seeking beauty     To adorn the women they worshipped?                     How can I say     If there were poets in the paths of Atlantis?     For the waters that drowned her mountains                     Washed their beauty away.     Were there women in the ways of Atlantis:     Foolish women, who loved, as I do,     Dreaming that mortal love was deathless?                     Ask me not now     If there were women in the ways of Atlantis:     There was no woman in all her mountains                     Wonderful as thou!