II: He Emerges into the Twentieth Century; T. S. Eliot Possesses Him

He set his foot upon the sand again,
the sybil beside him was half dead,
her mind still powerful.
The sea had calmed and he remembered Dido.
Regret? Confusion?
In the cooling light,
in the stinging clarity of southern colours,
his eyes more used to darkness,
at first he had no words.
And then he heard a gull or curlew crying,
and thought, The earth goes on, and we
alone are dying.