"And indeed there will be time; For the yellow smoke that slides along the street, Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;There will be time, there will be time To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet; There will be 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."