I grow old … I grow old ...
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.Do I dare to eat a peach?I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.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