Who is the third who walks always beside you? When I count, - there are only you and I together But when I look ahead ... up the white road There is always another one... walking beside you walking beside you Gliding wrapt in a brown mantle, hooded? I do not know... a man or a woman —But who is that on the other side of you? I sat upon the shore Fishing, with the arid plain behind me London Bridge is falling down falling down falling down Poi s’ascose nel foco che gli affina Quando fiam uti chelidon—O swallow swallow Le Prince d’Aquitaine à la tour abolie These fragments I have shored against my ruins Why then Ile fit you. Hieronymo’s mad againe. Datta. Dayadhvam. Damyata. Shantih shantih shantih A woman drew her long black hair out tight And fiddled whisper music on those strings And bats with baby faces in the violet light Whistled, and beat their wings In the moonlight, the grass is singing Over the tumbled graves, about the chapel There is the empty chapel, only the wind is home. There are no windows, and the door swings, Dry bones can harm no one. Only a cock stood on the rooftree Co co rico co co rico A flash of lightning. Then a damp gust Bringing rain I sat upon the shore Fishing, with the arid plain behind me London Bridge is falling down falling down falling down Poi s’ascose nel foco che gli affina Quando fiam uti chelidon—O swallow swallow Le Prince d’Aquitaine à la tour abolie These fragments I have shored against my ruins Why then Ile fit you. Hieronymo’s mad againe. Datta. Dayadhvam. Damyata. Shantih shantih shantih Datta. Dayadhvam. Damyata. Shantih shantih shantih Shantih shantih shantih
