Lyonesse. [LNSSE]

Then rose the King and moved his host by night, <br>And ever push'd Sir Mordred, league by league,<br>Back to the sunset bound of Lyonesse<br>A land of old upheaven from the abyss<br>By fire, to sink into the abyss again; <br>Where fragments of forgotten peoples dwelt,<br>And the long mountains ended in a coast<br>Of ever-shifting sand, and far away<br>The phantom circle of a moaning sea.<br>Tennyson, Idylls of the King