Siren: Well, well, Ulysses, then I see I shall not have thee here, And therefore I will come to thee, And take my fortunes there. I must be won that cannot win, Yet lost were I not won; For beauty hath created been T undo, or be undone. by Samuel Daniel excerpt from Ulysses and the Siren Winged maidens, daughters of the Earth, were once, long ago, Sirens, handmaidens of the goddess Persephone, but failing their mission to soar the wide earth to find her (she had slipped into the unseen world far below) they, sorrowful soul birds, were sent to dwell on an island in a flowery starred meadow where they forever sing a haunting song to lure those lost at sea, unto them.... They could not find the lost one, so they call the lost to them... There must be some deeper truth of the sirens... To hear their song is to be enchanted, either to slumber or to be set free. Whenever there is a myth involving beautiful women so alluring they were deemed dangerous (leading man to his peril), there is some hidden wisdom that has been lost to us through the ages. I want to know what it is.... Do you know? — The Gypsy Priestess Song To The Siren (lyrics) On the floating, ship less oceans I did all my best to smile Till your singing eyes and fingers Drew me loving to your isle And you sang, Sail to me Sail to me, let me enfold you Here I am, here I am Waiting to hold you Did I dream you dreamed about me? Were you here when I was full sail? Now my foolish boat is leaning Broken lovelorn on your rocks For you sang, Touch me not Touch me not, come back tomorrow Ohh my heart, ohh my heart Shies from the sorrow Well, Im as puzzled as a newborn child Im as riddled as the tide Should I stand amid the breakers? Or shall I lie with death my bride? Hear me sing, Swim to me Swim to me, let me enfold you Here I am, here I am Waiting to hold you
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