Siren’s Shore, Polson, Montana

"...I grow old ... I grow old ...

I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

Shall I part my hair behind?   Do I dare to eat a peach?

I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.

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...."
  - From The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock By T. S. Eliot (1888–1965)