I have heard the mermaids singing...

I grow old … I grow old …   I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled. Marina (Aqua Marina) 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.
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock from PRUFROCK and Other observations (1917)                                  from  http://www.fresh2o.org/   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.