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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=37705" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Forsaken Merman</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come, dear children, let us away;<br> Down and away below!<br> Now my brothers call from the bay,<br> Now the great winds shoreward blow,<br> Now the salt tides seaward flow;<br> Now the wild white horses play,<br> Champ and chafe and toss in the spray.<br> Children dear, let us away!<br> This way, this way!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Call her once before you go--<br> Call once yet!<br> In a voice that she will know:<br> "Margaret! Margaret!"<br> Children's voices should be dear<br> (Call once more) to a mother's ear;<br> Children's voices, wild with pain--<br> Surely she will come again!<br> Call her once and come away;<br> This way, this way!<br> "Mother dear, we cannot stay!<br> The wild white horses foam and fret."<br> Margaret! Margaret!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Come, dear children, come away down;<br> Call no more!<br> One last look at the white-wall'd town,<br> And the little gray church on the windy shore;<br> Then come down!<br> She will not come though you call all day;<br> Come away, come away!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Children dear, was it yesterday<br> We heard the sweet bells over the bay?<br> In the caverns where we lay,<br> Through the surf and through the swell,<br> The far-off sound of a silver bell?<br> Sand-strewn caverns, cool and deep,<br> Where the winds are all asleep;<br> Where the spent lights quiver and gleam,<br> Where the salt weed sways in the stream,<br> Where the sea-beasts, ranged all round,<br> Feed in the ooze of their pasture-ground;<br> Where the sea-snakes coil and twine,<br> Dry their mail and bask in the brine;<br> Where great whales come sailing by,<br> Sail and sail, with unshut eye,<br> Round the world forever and aye?<br> When did music come this way?<br> Children dear, was it yesterday?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Children dear, was it yesterday<br> (Call yet once) that she went away?<br> Once she sate with you and me,<br> On a red gold throne in the heart of the sea,<br> And the youngest sate on her knee.<br> She comb'd its bright hair, and she tended it well,<br> When down swung the sound of a far-off bell.<br> She sigh'd, she look'd up through the clear green sea;<br> She said: "I must go, for my kinsfolk pray<br> In the little gray church on the shore to-day.<br> 'Twill be Easter-time in the world--ah me!<br> And I lose my poor soul, Merman! here with thee."<br> I said: "Go up, dear heart, through the waves;<br> Say thy prayer, and come back to the kind sea-caves!"<br> She smil'd, she went up through the surf in the bay.<br> Children dear, was it yesterday?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Children dear, were we long alone?<br> "The sea grows stormy, the little ones moan;<br> Long prayers," I said, "in the world they say;<br> Come!" I said; and we rose through the surf in the bay.<br> We went up the beach, by the sandy down<br> Where the sea-stocks bloom, to the white-wall'd town;<br> Through the narrow pav'd streets, where all was still,<br> To the little gray church on the windy hill.<br> From the church came a murmur of folk at their prayers,<br> But we stood without in the cold blowing airs.<br> We climb'd on the graves, on the stones worn with rains,<br> And we gaz'd up the aisle through the small leaded panes.<br> She sate by the pillar; we saw her clear:<br> "Margaret, hist! come quick, we are here!<br> Dear heart," I said, "we are long alone;<br> The sea grows stormy, the little ones moan."<br> But, ah, she gave me never a look,<br> For her eyes were seal'd to the holy book!<br> Loud prays the priest: shut stands the door.<br> Come away, children, call no more!<br> Come away, come down, call no more!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Down, down, down!<br> Down to the depths of the sea!<br> She sits at her wheel in the humming town,<br> Singing most joyfully.<br> Hark what she sings: "O joy, O joy,<br> For the humming street, and the child with its toy!<br> For the priest, and the bell, and the holy well;<br> For the wheel where I spun,<br> And the blessèd light of the sun!"<br> And so she sings her fill,<br> Singing most joyfully,<br> Till the spindle drops from her hand,<br> And the whizzing wheel stands still.<br> She steals to the window, and looks at the sand,<br> And over the sand at the sea;<br> And her eyes are set in a stare;<br> And anon there breaks a sigh,<br> And anon there drops a tear,<br> From a sorrow-clouded eye,<br> And a heart sorrow-laden,<br> A long, long sigh;<br> For the cold strange eyes of a little Mermaiden,<br> And the gleam of her golden hair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Come away, away, children;<br> Come, children, come down!<br> The hoarse wind blows colder;<br> Lights shine in the town.<br> She will start from her slumber<br> When gusts shake the door;<br> She will hear the winds howling,<br> Will hear the waves roar.<br> We shall see, while above us<br> The waves roar and whirl,<br> A ceiling of amber,<br> A pavement of pearl.<br> Singing: "Here came a mortal,<br> But faithless was she!<br> And alone dwell forever<br> The kings of the sea."</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> But, children, at midnight,<br> When soft the winds blow,<br> When clear falls the moonlight,<br> When spring-tides are low;<br> When sweet airs come seaward<br> From heaths starr'd with broom,<br> And high rocks throw mildly<br> On the blanch'd sands a gloom;<br> Up the still, glistening beaches,<br> Up the creeks we will hie,<br> Over banks of bright seaweed<br> The ebb-tide leaves dry.<br> We will gaze, from the sand-hills,<br> At the white, sleeping town;<br> At the church on the hill-side--<br> And then come back down.<br> Singing: "There dwells a lov'd one,<br> But cruel is she!<br> She left lonely forever<br> The kings of the sea."</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Matthew+Arnold">Matthew Arnold</a><div class=q>
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