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Robert Graves (1895–1985).  Fairies and Fusiliers.  1918.
21. The Spoilsport
MY familiar ghost again
  Comes to see what he can see,
Critic, son of Conscious Brain,
  Spying on our privacy.
Slam the window, bolt the door,        5
  Yet he’ll enter in and stay;
In tomorrow’s book he’ll score
  Indiscretions of today.
Whispered love and muttered fears,
  How their echoes fly about!        10
None escape his watchful ears,
  Every sigh might be a shout.
No kind words nor angry cries
  Turn away this grim spoilsport;
No fine lady’s pleading eyes,        15
  Neither love, nor hate, nor … port.
Critic wears no smile of fun,
  Speaks no word of blame nor praise,
Counts our kisses one by one,
  Notes each gesture, every phrase.        20
My familiar ghost again
  Stands or squats where suits him best;
Critic, son of Conscious Brain,
  Listens, watches, takes no rest.


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