a year ago;

    quot;t;

    ––Yet h garden,

    Your arms full, and your , I could not

    Speak, and my eyes failed, I her

    Living nor dead, and I knehing,

    Looking into t of lighe silence.

    Oed und leer das Meer.

    Madame Sosostris, famous clairvoyante,

    heless

    Is knoo be t woman in Europe,

    ith a wicked pack of cards. here, said she,

    Is your card, the drowned Phoenician Sailor,

    (t were his eyes. Look!)

    he Rocks,

    tuations.

    aves, and he heel,

    And , and this card,

    hing he carries on his back,

    o see. I do not find

    ter.

    I see crowds of people, walking round in a ring.

    tone,

    tell he horoscope myself:

    One must be so careful these days.

    Unreal City,

    Under ter dawn,

    A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,

    I  t death had undone so many.

    Sig and infrequent, were exhaled,

    And eac.

    Floreet,

    to  the hours

    itroke of nine.

    topped ;Stetson!

    quot;You w Mylae!

    quot;t corpse you planted last year in your garden,

    quot; begun to sprout? ill it bloom this year?

    quot;Or  disturbed its bed?

    quot;Os friend to men,

    quot;Or  up again!

    quot;You! e lecteur! - mon semblable, - mon frere!quot;