Transcriber’s Notes: Underscores “_” before and after a word or phrase indicate _italics_ in the original text. Small capitals have been converted to SOLID capitals. Old or antiquated spellings have been preserved. Typographical and punctuation errors have been silently corrected. _Ara Vus Prec_ _by_ _T. S. Eliot_ [Illustration] THE OVID PRESS _Or puoi, la quantitate Comprender dell’ amor ch’a te mi scalda, Quando dismento nostra vanitate _Trattando l’ombre come cosa salda._ _CONTENTS_ _page_ _Gerontion_ 11 _Burbank_ 14 _Sweeny among the Nightingales_ 16 _Sweeny erect_ 18 _Mr. Eliot’s Sunday Morning Service_ 20 _Whispers of Immortality_ 21 _The Hippopotamus_ 22 _A Cooking Egg_ 25 _Lune de Miel_ 26 _Dans le Restaurant_ 27 _Le Spectateur_ 28 _Mélange Adultère de Tout_ 29 _Ode_ 30 _Prufrock_ 33 _Portrait of a Lady_ 38 _Preludes_ 43 _Rhapsody of a Windy Night_ 46 _Morning at the Window_ 49 _The Boston Evening Transcript_ 49 _Aunt Helen_ 50 _Cousin Nancy_ 51 _Mr. Apollinax_ 52 _Conversation Galante_ 53 _La Figlia Che Piange_ 54 THIS IS NO. GERONTION _Thou hast nor youth nor age But as it were, an after dinner sleep Dreaming of both._ Here I am, an old man in a dry month Being read to by a boy, waiting for rain. I was neither at the hot gates Nor fought in the warm rain Nor knee deep in the salt marsh, heaving a cutlass, Bitten by flies, fought. My house is a decayed house And the jew squats on the window sill, the owner, Spawned in some estaminet of Antwerp, Blistered in Brussels, patched and peeled in London. The goat coughs at night in the field overhead; Rocks, moss, stonecrop, iron, merds. The woman keeps the kitchen, makes tea, Sneezes at evening, poking the peevish gutter. I an old man, A dull head among windy spaces.