Till Human voices wake us, and we drown.

Would it have been worth while, To have bitten off the matter with a smile, To have squeezed the universe into a ball To roll it towards some overwhelming question

Love is most nearly itself When here and now cease to matter.

And would it have been worth it, after all, Would it have been worth while, After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets, After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor - And this, and so much more? -

All time is unreedemable.

Because I know that time is always time And place is always and only place.

I think we are in rats’ alley Where the dead men lost their bones.