The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock - Lines 29 to 40

And indeed there will be time

For the yellow smoke that slides along the street

Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;

There will be time, there will be time

To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;

There will be time to murder and create

And time for all the works and days of hands

That lift and drop a question on your plate;

Time for you and time for me

And time yet for a hundred indecisions

And for a hundred visions and revisions

Before the taking of a toast and tea





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