Sunday, April 8, 2007

The Mermaid

An old weather vane on top of a barn ... excuse the generous gift's from the bird's!

The Mermaid

Who would be
A mermaid fair,
Singing alone,
Combing her hair
Under the sea,
In a golden curl
With a comb of pearl,
On a throne?

I would be a mermaid fair;
I would sing to myself the whole of the day;
With a comb of pearl I would comb my hair;
And still as I comb'd I would sing and say,
"Who is it loves me? who loves not me?"
I would comb my hair till my ringlets would fall
Low adown, low adown,
From under my starry sea-bud crown
Low adown and around,
And I should look like a fountain of gold
Springing alone
With a shrill inner sound,
Over the throne
In the midst of the hall;
Till that great sea-snake under the sea
From his coiled sleeps in the central deeps
Would slowly trail himself sevenfold
Round the hall where I sate, and look in at the gate
With his large calm eyes for the love of me.
And all the mermen under the sea
Would feel their immortality
Die in their hearts for the love of me.
But at night I would wander away, away,
I would fling on each side my low-flowing locks,
And lightly vault from the throne and play
With the mermen in and out of the rocks;
We would run to and fro, and hide and seek
On the broad sea-wolds in the crimson shells,
Whose silvery spikes are nighest the sea.
But if any came near I would call, and shriek,
And adown the steep like a wave I would leap
From the diamond-ledges that jut from the dells;
For I would not be kiss'd by all who would list
Of the bold merry mermen under the sea.
They would sue me, and woo me, and flatter me,
In the purple twilights under the sea;
But the king of them all would carry me,
Woo me, and win me, and marry me,
In the branching jaspers under the sea.
Then all the dry pied things that be
In the hueless mosses under the sea
Would curl round my silver feet silently,
All looking up for the love of me.
And if I should carol aloud, from aloft
All things that are forked, and horned, and soft
Would lean out from the hollow sphere of the sea,
All looking down for the love of me.

Alfred Lord Tennyson

Here is the full picture of the weather vane with her friends. :)


  1. Beautiful poem Angela....I love mermaids...something about them....I love the water! :-)

  2. I was always fascinated with mermaids when I was a kid, and sometimes I still look out at the ocean just hoping there is a slight chance that Ariel (Little Mermaid) does exist and I can get a quick glimpse of her! :)

    *I have some new pictures up on my blog!

  3. This is a great weathervane, and you chose the perfect poerty to go with it. Thanks for visiting and your comment. I must confess to lurking here too...let's not be strangers..okay?

  4. oh so very pretty : )

    and i heart that poem, it really goes well with your beautiful photo ...

  5. Love the weathervane and the poem.
    They fit together so good. I will always think of you almost becoming a meremaid for my picture, and we didn't use it!! We will!!!
    Don brought his laptop to Tahoe, and I am able to get on line. So I'm catching up on reading blogs!
    Love and Hugs, Wanda Mom

  6. Awesome beautiful post Angela, after my heart! Mermaids!
    The words are divine, and go well with the photo.
    Enjoy the day!

  7. Beautiful! And theres nothing like proof that a Mermaid out of Water is still a mermaid afterall!

  8. Fascinating poem & I love that weather vane. I think if I were to be any mythological would be a mermaid.

  9. very pretty Angela..and I love the weathervain....I was asked as a little girl...sooo what do you want to be when you grow answer always a mermaid...I didn,t understand the looks after I family let me have my dreams until I was about seven...I was crushed:)...perfact poem

  10. Do you think, that if we slipped out one night, dressed from head to toe in black, with flashlights and masks, and a bucket with scrubbers and soap, that we'd get caught climbing up a ladder to bathe the dirty mermaid?

  11. I was thinking the same thing!
    You know she wants us to!