“Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?”

“I grow old … I grow old … I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled. Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach? I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach. I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me. I have seen them riding seaward on the waves Combing the white hair of the waves blown back When the wind blows the water white and black. 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.”

“And indeed there will be time to wonder, 'Do I dare?', and 'Do I dare?”

“Do I dare Disturb the universe? In a minute there is time For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.”

“I sat upon the shore Fishing, with the arid plain behind me Shall I at least set my lands in order? London Bridge is falling down falling down falling down Poi s'ascose nel foco che gli affina Quando fiam ceu chelidon—O swallow swallow”

“I grow old … I grow old … I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.”

“Eyes I dare not meet in dreamsIn death's dream kingdom”