Breathe Underwater 'Til The End

Doors: Yes, The River Knows

I grow old …
I grow old …
I shall wear
the bottoms
of my trousers
rolled.

Shall I part
my hair behind?
Do I dare
to eat a peach?
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.

--T.S. Eliot
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock