You are no forest.
Your light is clear and without breaks.
There is a game, but you play it
(I am learning to play simply, too)
And I smell evergreens
When I am near you, I can smell them;
Not from you, but
Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd something not-mine that I love:
by William Butler Yeats
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.