A Stanza from Eliot

My affections for Eliot have waned over the past year or so, after encounters with Donne, Hopkins, Blake, Dickinson and others.  I suspect this move might have met his approval.  His poetry attracted me when it had the least context and I don’t work over it as much now, although I still like to run to “Prufrock” or “Hollow Men” once in a while.  Today I read “Journey of the Magi,” and would like to share the final stanza here.