Mar 1, 2009
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.    I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.    I do not think that they will sing to me.           I have seen them riding seaward on the waves    Combing the white hair of the waves blown back    When the wind blows the water white and black.    We have lingered in the chambers of the sea    By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown            Till human voices wake us, and we drown. -TS Eliot

I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.   
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.   

I do not think that they will sing to me.          

I have seen them riding seaward on the waves   
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back   
When the wind blows the water white and black.   

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea   
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown           
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.

-TS Eliot

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