Burne-Jones, The Depths of the Sea
Mermaids and Sirens
Dangers of the Deep
Yea, draw him gently through the strange seaways
Down through the dim, green, water whispering.
Thy cold lips have not kissed so fair a thing
As this young mariner for many days.
So well he sleeps, he will not wake to praise
Thy wan bright loveliness, nor feel thee cling
Around him, neither smile to hear thee sing,
Though thou dids’t lure him hither with thy lays.
The bubbles sigh and sparkle overhead,
How white thou art! But he is paler still,
Pale with despair of young days forfeited.
Smiling thou bear’st him to thy chill green bed.
Of brightest, bitterest triumph take thy fill,
Thou hast his body, but the soul has fled.—R. Armytage (Rosamund Marriott Watson), "The Depths of the Sea: after Burne Jones," Academy (22 May 1886)