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Song 
By Thomas Merton 

The bottom of the sea has come
And builded in my noiseless room,
The fishes’ and the mermaids’ home,

Where it is most, most hell to be
Out of the heavy-hanging sea
And in the thin, thin changeable air

Or unroom sleep where 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 the sea, my room.

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"We have lingered in the chambers of the sea" ! 

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