The Sun Sets and She Appears

...There will be a time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be a 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.

...It is impossible to say just what I mean!
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen;

...We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, TS Eliot, 1917

Dear L, thank you for showing me this.