" In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo…."
" Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?"
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
Would it have been worth while,
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,…."
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown."