Thereby Hangs A Tail (April 1966 | Volume: 17, Issue: 3)

Thereby Hangs A Tail

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April 1966 | Volume 17, Issue 3

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MUSING and dreaming, I sat on the strand, Watching the waves as they crept to my feet, Musing, perchance, on the clasp of a hand, Dreaming of words whose mere echo was sweet. Swift flew the moments, while, foolish and fond, I built my fair castles, eyes bent on the sea; Then out of the mist and the darkness beyond I fancied a maiden was coming to me.
The twilight just wrapped her in mantle of gray, Yet hid not her smile, so bewitchingly sweet; The dimmest of outlines her grace would betray, And glowing and breathless I sprang to my feet. Cold Reason admonished: ” Delusion, you know— Your last mayonnaise, or that extra Champagne;” But I gazed in her eyes, and I answered, “Not so,” As I held out my arms to my darling again.
Nearer, etill nearer—then, oh, what a shock! So like, yet a stranger. “ So stupid! ” you say? Why, I watched her glide on to my seat on the rock, Like this. Could you tell her from Ethel or May? The slight lissom figure, the robe whose limp grace An artist might rave o’er, the soft fluffy hair In well-trained confusion about the sweet face; And her walk—she wore Louis Quinze heels, I could swear!
She spake, this fair stranger, in silvery tone, While doubting I waited: “Your pardon, kind Sir, But I’m seeking my sister, who left me alone In the sea, and from you I claim tidings of her . Men call me a mermaid , and call me aright; Far under this ocean in grottoes of pearl I dwell with my kindred; our sea-world is bright, And ever through wildering dances we whirl.
“But alas! since my sister has dwelt upon earth, Afar from our sapphire-lit caves I must roam. My heart is too heavy for dancing or mirth— Oh, help me to win her, Sir, back to our home!” “But how can I aid you?” I asked, with surprise; ”I know not your sister.” “Are men never true?” Quick spake the fair mermaid, with scorn in her eyes. ”False Sir, on these sands she has wandered with you .
’I’ve lingered and listened at morning and eve, While you paced back and forth; I have seen your fond smile; I have caught her low murmurs—why seek to deceive? I have watched you in silence and sadness erewhile, Half fearing yet longing to make myself known. Why answer my plea with a falsehood, I pray? On your heart rests the