To have bitten off the matter with a smile, To have squeezed the universe into a ball.

For I have known them all already, known them all: Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.

To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways? And how should I presume?

There will be time to murder and create.

There will be time, there will be time to prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet.

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea by sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown till human voices wake us, and we drown.