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A Dreary Prospect
Once he's walked to the window, he looks out
And entertains the dreary prospect, where
Bare moors meet barren mountains; and, without
A look back into anger, he will stare,
Determined to expose all fixed ideas
The grey scene might impose; as my lips slake
Their thirst and keep him feeling that his fears
Of isolation need not yet awake
A worry in his mind - intimacy
Is not so self-serving as I'd expect;
I take great pleasure knowing what will be
Was bound to be and, when he is erect,
I need no sign to serve him and no talk
To interrupt us after his short walk.
And entertains the dreary prospect, where
Bare moors meet barren mountains; and, without
A look back into anger, he will stare,
Determined to expose all fixed ideas
The grey scene might impose; as my lips slake
Their thirst and keep him feeling that his fears
Of isolation need not yet awake
A worry in his mind - intimacy
Is not so self-serving as I'd expect;
I take great pleasure knowing what will be
Was bound to be and, when he is erect,
I need no sign to serve him and no talk
To interrupt us after his short walk.
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