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Unrelenting
Her conscious wish to please is now long gone;
Her eyes are dulled, her carriage slack – she’s lost
Her disposition and the wanton grace
That used to light her features; but the cost
Of past excitement’s left her discontent:
Her glance is plaintive, surly, ill-disposed;
Her tongue’s not idle – it will not relent
No matter that their dispute’s long been closed;
She is the harpy savaging his dreams,
Though he’s awake and shudders at the thought
Of sleeping, with her rattling on – it seems
That, despite all his twists, he has been caught
So bang to rights, she can’t forgive or tease;
He’s wrong! She has no conscious wish to please.
Her eyes are dulled, her carriage slack – she’s lost
Her disposition and the wanton grace
That used to light her features; but the cost
Of past excitement’s left her discontent:
Her glance is plaintive, surly, ill-disposed;
Her tongue’s not idle – it will not relent
No matter that their dispute’s long been closed;
She is the harpy savaging his dreams,
Though he’s awake and shudders at the thought
Of sleeping, with her rattling on – it seems
That, despite all his twists, he has been caught
So bang to rights, she can’t forgive or tease;
He’s wrong! She has no conscious wish to please.
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