And indeed there will be time	
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,	
Rubbing its back upon the window panes;	&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;25
There will be time, there will be time	
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;	
There will be time to ****** and create,	
And time for all the works and days of hands	
That lift and drop a question on your plate;	&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;30
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.	
 
In the room the women come and go	&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;35
Talking of Michelangelo.