Yes, I do like it, Rose - you're right!
I read it as the sirens' (representing Imagination and the deeper psyche) retort to the heroic, fact-obsessed rational mind.
The rational mind has "arguments" but the Imagination has "melodies".
In short, the revenge of poetry over the prosaic "nothing but" rationalists.
Just an aside here - how weird that rationalism takes such pride in its elevated and detached Apollonic judgements, yet every one of those thoughts is generated from a twitching lump of blood-sodden protoplasm squelching away in the clam-bone skull.
I agree with Lawrence:
A man is many things, he is not only a mind.
But in his consciousness, he is two-fold at least;
he is cerebral, intellectual, mental, spiritual,
but he is also instinctive, intuitive, and in touch.
The danger of human consciousness, however, is that the mind can take exception to the non-rational dimension (the siren realm) and split off from it - disown it as "madness". Then the trouble really starts.
It's a fine poem, Rose, and thanks for posting it.
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