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Thou hast committed	A
Fornication but that was in another country	B
And besides the wench is dead	C
The Jew of Malta	D
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I	-
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Among the smoke and fog of a December afternoon	E
You have the scene arrange itself as it will seem to do	F
With 'I have saved this afternoon for you'	G
And four wax candles in the darkened room	H
Four rings of light upon the ceiling overhead	C
An atmosphere of Juliet's tomb	H
Prepared for all the things to be said or left unsaid	C
We have been let us say to hear the latest Pole	I
Transmit the Preludes through his hair and fingertips	J
'So intimate this Chopin that I think his soul	I
Should be resurrected only among friends	K
Some two or three who will not touch the bloom	H
That is rubbed and questioned in the concert room '	-
And so the conversation slips	J
Among velleities and carefully caught regrets	L
Through attenuated tones of violins	M
Mingled with remote cornets	M
And begins	M
'You do not know how much they mean to me my friends	M
And how how rare and strange it is to find	N
In a life composed so much so much of odds and ends	M
For indeed I do not love it you knew you are not blind	N
How keen you are	O
To find a friend who has these qualities	M
Who has and gives	M
Those qualities upon which friendship lives	M
How much it means that I say this to you	G
Without these friendships life what cauchemar '	-
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Among the windings of the violins	M
And the ariettes	M
Of cracked cornets	M
Inside my brain a dull tom tom begins	M
Absurdly hammering a prelude of its own	P
Capricious monotone	P
That is at least one definite 'false note '	-
Let us take the air in a tobacco trance	M
Admire the monuments	M
Discuss the late events	M
Correct our watches by the public clocks	M
Then sit for half an hour and drink our bocks	M
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II	-
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Now that lilacs are in bloom	H
She has a bowl of lilacs in her room	H
And twists one in his fingers while she talks	M
'Ah my friend you do not know you do not know	Q
What life is you who hold it in your hands'	M
Slowly twisting the lilac stalks	M
'You let it flow from you you let it flow	Q
And youth is cruel and has no remorse	M
And smiles at situations which it cannot see '	-
I smile of course	M
And go on drinking tea	B
'Yet with these April sunsets that somehow recall	R
My buried life and Paris in the Spring	S
I feel immeasurably at peace and find the world	T
To be wonderful and youthful after all '	-
	-
The voice returns like the insistent out of tune	E
Of a broken violin on an August afternoon	E
'I am always sure that you understand	U
My feelings always sure that you feel	V
Sure that across the gulf you reach your hand	U
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You are invulnerable you have no Achilles' heel	V
You will go on and when you have prevailed	W
You can say at this point many a one has failed	W
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But what have I but what have I my friend	X
To give you what can you receive from me	B
Only the friendship and the sympathy	B
Of one about to reach her journey's end	X
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I shall sit here serving tea to friends '	-
	-
I take my hat how can I make a cowardly amends	M
For what she has said to me	B
You will see me any morning in the park	Y
Reading the comics and the sporting page	Z
Particularly I remark	Y
An English countess goes upon the stage	Z
A Greek was murdered at a Polish dance	M
Another bank defaulter has confessed	A2
I keep my countenance	M
I remain self possessed	A2
Except when a street piano mechanical and tired	B2
Reiterates some worn out common song	C2
With the smell of hyacinths across the garden	D2
Recalling things that other people have desired	B2
Are these ideas right or wrong	C2
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III	-
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The October night comes down returning as before	E2
Except for a slight sensation of being ill at ease	M
I mount the stairs and turn the handle of the door	E2
And feel as if I had mounted on my hands and knees	M
'And so you are going abroad and when do you return	F2
But that's a useless question	D2
You hardly know when you are coming back	G2
You will find so much to learn '	-
My smile falls heavily among the bric agrave brac	G2
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'Perhaps you can write to me '	-
My self possession flares up for a second	H2
This is as I had reckoned	H2
'I have been wondering frequently of late	I2
But our beginnings never know our ends	M
Why we have not developed into friends '	-
I feel like one who smiles and turning shall remark	Y
Suddenly his expression in a glass	M
My self possession gutters we are really in the dark	Y
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'For everybody said so all our friends	M
They all were sure our feelings would relate	I2
So closely I myself can hardly understand	U
We must leave it now to fate	I2
You will write at any rate	I2
Perhaps it is not too late	I2
I shall sit here serving tea to friends '	-
	-
And I must borrow every changing shape	J2
To find expression dance dance	M
Like a dancing bear	K2
Cry like a parrot chatter like an ape	J2
Let us take the air in a tobacco trance	M
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Well and what if she should die some afternoon	E
Afternoon grey and smoky evening yellow and rose	M
Should die and leave me sitting pen in hand	U
With the smoke coming down above the housetops	M
Doubtful for a while	L2
Not knowing what to feel or if I understand	U
Or whether wise or foolish tardy or too soon	E
Would she not have the advantage after all	R
This music is successful with a 'dying fall'	R
Now that we talk of dying	S
And should I have the right to smile	R

T. S. Eliot

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