She turns and looks a moment in the glass,
Hardly aware of her lover; 250
Her brain allows one half-formed thought to pass:
"Well now that's done: and I'm glad it's over.
Hardly aware of her lover; 250
Her brain allows one half-formed thought to pass:
"Well now that's done: and I'm glad it's over.
T.S. Eliot - The Waste Land
