"A mermaid found a swimming lad,
Picked him for her own,
Pressed her body to his body,
Laughed; and plunging down
Forgot in cruel happiness
That even lovers drown."
-- W.B. Yeats, A Man Young And Old: III. The Mermaid
I have no words for how much I adore Yeats. This verse is sublime (and by far one of my favourites), so beautiful yet so cruel at
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