Mermaids hide in eye-shaped pools.
See them as they drift and dart!
In light and shadow, sage and fool,
The mermaids dwell and sometimes start
To sing some silent harmony.
Their music's bright. Each lilting note
Puts miles between all harm and me.
I see them swim in each fleck and mote
That drifts and lingers, or sometimes sinks
In eyes whose darkness blackens blinks
And swallows up the part that thinks
And leaves behind no shining prick
Of light in which the mermaids swim.
Still waters deep spill o'er the rim.
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