Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

John Presland . Till this creature of the sea At the last became Human , in her misery, Joy and pride and shame . With a word he left her there ; “ Woman that you are , Mystery attracts us men Draws us from afar. Sea -nymph as you were, a thing Intangible , unknown , Like the light the sunbeams fling , Where the spray is blown . Sea -nymph have you ceased to be, Forfeited the whole Of that moonlight poetry Cherished by man 's soul . Still we seek the dim ideal As the moth the star , How for women can we feel That our seekings bar ? " Where the water meets the sands , All alone sat she , With her head between her hands , Facing from the sea . 160