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Lines 220-223:
At the violet hour, the evening hour that strives
Homeward, and brings the sailor home from sea, The typist home at teatime, clears her breakfast, lights Her stove, and lays out food in tins. Eliot's Note: 221. This may not appear as exact as Sappho's lines, but I had in mind “longshore” or “dory” fisherman, who returns at nightfall. |