Wrapped in Times' Veil

My true love lies where wind and water
May not reach her, fish and bird
Sound their scaring cry far from her,
Utterly unheard;
Feather and scale now mark no country
She must grow up to; we, beyond,
Watch her idly through the veil
Cast by the years;
In fond shelter, veiled by time,
There my true love lies.

Lies she out of ocean's reach?
Or lies she in eternity?
Mermaids know, and the gods
That use the upper air.
my true love is a child again;
Time's veil is the never-ending
Reaches of the sky, the green
Mists that swathe the rocks and weeds
Of depthless ocean.