Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

In the room, the women come and go, talking of Michelangelo And indeed there will be time Time yet for a hundred indecisions And for a hundred visions and revisions Before the taking of toast and tea We have lingered In the chambers of the sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed, red and brown Til human voices wake us And we drown I have seen my head brought in on a platter I'm no prophet; and here's no greater matter I should have been a pair of ragged claws I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker And I've seen the eternal footman hold my coat and snicker And, in short, I was afraid We have lingered In the chambers of the sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed, red and brown Til human voices wake us And we drown In the room the women come and go, talking of Michelangelo And indeed there will be time