Oscar Wilde,
House of Pomegranates — The Fisherman and his Soul
“ With lips parted, and eyes dim with wonder, he sat idle in his boat and listened, listening till the sea-mists crept round him, and the wandering moon stained his brown limbs with silver.And one evening he called to her, and said: 'Little Mermaid, little Mermaid, I love thee. Take me for thy bridegroom, for I love thee.'But the Mermaid shook her head. 'Thou hast a human soul,' she answered. 'If only thou wouldst send away thy soul, then could I love thee.'And the young Fisherman said to himself, 'Of what use is my soul to me? I cannot see it. I may not touch it. ”
