A thing of sheer beauty

Sunday music doesn't get any better than this:

The Waste Land

IV. Death by Water
Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead,  
Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell
And the profit and loss.
         A current under sea
Picked his bones in whispers.  As he rose and fell
He passes the stages of his age and youth
Entering the whirlpool.
        Gentile or Jew
O you who turn the wheel and look windward,
Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.