The Woman Speaks

Bitter it is, indeed, in human fate
When life's supreme temptation comes too late.
I had a ten years' schooling, where I won
Prizes for headache and caparison.
I married well; I kept a husband warm
With twenty general years of gentle charm.
We wandered much, where'er our kind resort,
But not till Sunday to the Inns of Court.
So then imagine what a joy to see
The town's grey, vast and unappeasèd sea
Suddenly still, and what a hell to learn
Life might be quiet, could I but return.
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