The bottom of the sea has come

And builded in my noiseless room

The fishes’ and the mermaids’ home,

Whose it is most, most hell to be

Out of the heavy-hanging sea

And in the thin, thin changeable air

Or unroom sleep some other where;

But play their coral violins

Where waters most lock music in:

The bottom of my room, the sea.

Full of voiceless curtaindeep

There mermaid somnambules come sleep

Where fluted half-lights show the way,

And there, there lost orchestras play

And down the many quarterlights come

To the dim mirth of my aquadrome:

The bottom of my sea, the room.