THE WOULD-BE MERMAN
Mobsare like the Gulf Stream,Like the vast Atlantic.In your fragile boats you ride,Conceited folk at ease.Far beneath are dancers,Mermen wild and frantic,Circling round the giant glowingSea-anemones.“Crude, ill-smelling voters,—Herds,” to you in seeming.But to me their draggled clothesAre scales of gold and red.Ah, the pink sea-horses,Green sea-dragons gleaming,And knights that chase the dragonsAnd spear them till they’re dead!Wisdom waits the diverIn the social ocean—Rainbow shells of wonder,Piled into a throne.I would go exploringThrough the wide commotion,Building under some deep cliffA pearl-throne all my own.Yesterday I dived there,Grinned at all the roaring,Clinging to the corals for a flash,Defying death.Mermen came rejoicing,In procession pouring,Yet I lost my feeble gripAnd came above for breath.I would be a merman.Not in desperationA momentary diverBlue for lack of air.But with gills deep-breathingSwim amid the nation—Finny feet and hands forsooth,Sea-laurels in my hair.
Mobsare like the Gulf Stream,Like the vast Atlantic.In your fragile boats you ride,Conceited folk at ease.Far beneath are dancers,Mermen wild and frantic,Circling round the giant glowingSea-anemones.“Crude, ill-smelling voters,—Herds,” to you in seeming.But to me their draggled clothesAre scales of gold and red.Ah, the pink sea-horses,Green sea-dragons gleaming,And knights that chase the dragonsAnd spear them till they’re dead!Wisdom waits the diverIn the social ocean—Rainbow shells of wonder,Piled into a throne.I would go exploringThrough the wide commotion,Building under some deep cliffA pearl-throne all my own.Yesterday I dived there,Grinned at all the roaring,Clinging to the corals for a flash,Defying death.Mermen came rejoicing,In procession pouring,Yet I lost my feeble gripAnd came above for breath.I would be a merman.Not in desperationA momentary diverBlue for lack of air.But with gills deep-breathingSwim amid the nation—Finny feet and hands forsooth,Sea-laurels in my hair.
Mobsare like the Gulf Stream,Like the vast Atlantic.In your fragile boats you ride,Conceited folk at ease.Far beneath are dancers,Mermen wild and frantic,Circling round the giant glowingSea-anemones.
Mobsare like the Gulf Stream,
Like the vast Atlantic.
In your fragile boats you ride,
Conceited folk at ease.
Far beneath are dancers,
Mermen wild and frantic,
Circling round the giant glowing
Sea-anemones.
“Crude, ill-smelling voters,—Herds,” to you in seeming.But to me their draggled clothesAre scales of gold and red.Ah, the pink sea-horses,Green sea-dragons gleaming,And knights that chase the dragonsAnd spear them till they’re dead!
“Crude, ill-smelling voters,—
Herds,” to you in seeming.
But to me their draggled clothes
Are scales of gold and red.
Ah, the pink sea-horses,
Green sea-dragons gleaming,
And knights that chase the dragons
And spear them till they’re dead!
Wisdom waits the diverIn the social ocean—Rainbow shells of wonder,Piled into a throne.I would go exploringThrough the wide commotion,Building under some deep cliffA pearl-throne all my own.
Wisdom waits the diver
In the social ocean—
Rainbow shells of wonder,
Piled into a throne.
I would go exploring
Through the wide commotion,
Building under some deep cliff
A pearl-throne all my own.
Yesterday I dived there,Grinned at all the roaring,Clinging to the corals for a flash,Defying death.Mermen came rejoicing,In procession pouring,Yet I lost my feeble gripAnd came above for breath.
Yesterday I dived there,
Grinned at all the roaring,
Clinging to the corals for a flash,
Defying death.
Mermen came rejoicing,
In procession pouring,
Yet I lost my feeble grip
And came above for breath.
I would be a merman.Not in desperationA momentary diverBlue for lack of air.But with gills deep-breathingSwim amid the nation—Finny feet and hands forsooth,Sea-laurels in my hair.
I would be a merman.
Not in desperation
A momentary diver
Blue for lack of air.
But with gills deep-breathing
Swim amid the nation—
Finny feet and hands forsooth,
Sea-laurels in my hair.