This is one of those famous literary works that offers tea, including in this section:
And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!How sad: the risk not taken, eternal regret.
Smoothed by long fingers,
Asleep . . . tired . . . or it malingers,
Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me.
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?
But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
Though I have seen my head (grown slightly bald) brought in upon a platter,
I am no prophet—and here’s no great matter;
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
And in short, I was afraid.
Listen to Eliot reading it:
"I have measured out my life with coffee spoons."
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