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I'm not sure what to do with the following contrast, but perhaps something
to ponder.

Carrol


			Shop Girl
For a moment she rested against me
Like a swallow half blown to the wall,
And they talk of Swinburne's women,
And the shepherdess meeting with Guido.
And the harlots of Baudelaire.


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She turns and looks a moment in the glass,
Hardly aware of her departed lover;	
Her brain allows one half-formed thought to pass:
'Well now that's done: and I'm glad it's over.'
When lovely woman stoops to folly and
Paces about her room again, alone,
She smoothes her hair with automatic hand,			255
And puts a record on the gramophone.