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. ------ 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.