Read the excerpt from "the love song of j. alfred prufrock."

and the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!
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;

which words best indicate that prufrock feels anxious?
wept, fasted, prayed
peacefully, smoothed, strength
tea, cakes, ices
head, platter, prophet