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remember
Nothing?’
     
    I remember
Those are pearls that were his eyes.
‘Are you alive, or not? Is there nothing in your head?’
                                                                                But
O O O O that Shakespeherian Rag —
It’s so elegant
    130 So intelligent 
‘What shall I do now? What shall I do?
I shall rush out as I am, and walk the street
With my hair down, so. What shall we do tomorrow?
What shall we ever do?’
                                              The hot water at ten.
And if it rains, a closed car at four.
And we shall play a game of chess,
Pressing lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door.
     
    When Lil’s husband got demobbed, I said —
    140 I didn’t mince my words, I said to her myself, 
H URRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME
Now Albert’s coming back, make yourself a bit smart.
He’ll want to know what you done with that money he gave you
To get yourself some teeth. He did, I was there.
You have them all out, Lil, and get a nice set,
He said, I swear, I can’t bear to look at you.
And no more can’t I, I said, and think of poor Albert,
He’s been in the army four years, he wants a good time,
And if you don’t give it him, there’s others will, I said.
    150 Oh is there, she said. Something o’ that, I said. 
Then I’ll know who to thank, she said, and give me a straight look.
H URRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME
If you don’t like it you can get on with it, I said.
Others can pick and choose if you can’t.
But if Albert makes off, it won’t be for lack of telling.
You ought to be ashamed, I said, to look so antique.
(And her only thirty-one.)
I can’t help it, she said, pulling a long face,
It’s them pills I took, to bring it off, she said.
    160 (She’s had five already, and nearly died of young George.) 
The chemist said it would be all right, but I’ve never been the same.
You are aproper fool, I said.
Well, if Albert won’t leave you alone, there it is, I said,
What you get married for if you don’t want children?
H URRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME
Well, that Sunday Albert was home, they had a hot gammon,
And they asked me in to dinner, to get the beauty of it hot —
H URRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME
H URRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME
    170 Goonight Bill. Goonight Lou. Goonight May. Goonight. 
Ta ta. Goonight. Goonight.
Good night, ladies, good night, sweet ladies, good night, good night.
     

III. The Fire Sermon
     
     
    The river’s tent is broken; the last ringers of leaf
Clutch and sink into the wet bank. The wind
Crosses the brown land, unheard. The nymphs are departed.
Sweet Thames, run softly, till I end my song.
The river bears no empty bottles, sandwich papers,
Silk handkerchiefs, cardboard boxes, cigarette ends
Or other testimony of summer nights. The nymphs are departed.
    180 And their friends, the loitering heirs of City directors; 
Departed, have left no addresses.
By the waters of Leman I sat down and wept …
Sweet Thames, run softly till I end my song,
Sweet Thames, run softly, for I speak not loud or long.
But at my back in a cold blast I hear
The rattle of the bones, and chuckle spread from ear to ear.
     
    A rat crept softly through the vegetation
Dragging its slimy belly on the bank
While I was fishing in the dull canal
    190 On a winter evening round behind the gashouse 
Musing upon the king my brother’s wreck
And on the king my father’s death before him.
White bodies naked on the low damp ground
And bones cast in a little low dry garret,
Rattled by the rat’s foot only, year to year.
But at my back from time to time I hear
The sound of horns and motors, which shall bring
Sweeney to Mrs. Porter in the spring.
O the moon shone bright on Mrs. Porter
    200 And on her daughter 
They wash their feet in soda water
Et O ces voix d’enfants, chantant dans la coupole !
     
    Twit twit twit
Jug jug jug jug jug jug
So rudely forc’d.
Tereu
     
    Unreal City
Under the