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” |
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
“
| — | Robert Frost, “The Road Not Taken” |
The dead also do not see, unless they look from a brighter place than this darkling plain where ignorant armies clash by night.
“
| — | Stephen King, Under the Dome |
