Who would be / A mermaid fair, / Singing alone, / Combing her hair
Under the sea, / In an ebony curl / With a comb of pearl, / On a throne?
I would be a mermaid fair; / I would sing to myself the whole of the day;
With a comb of pearl I would comb my hair; / And still as I comb'd I would sing and say,
Who is it loves me? who loves not me?
Alfred Lord Tennyson