Your mind and you are our Sargasso Sea
London has swept about you this score years
And bright ships left you this or that in fee:
Ideas, old gossip, oddments of all things
Strange spars of knowledge and dimmed wares of price
Great minds have sought you—lacking someone else
You have been second always. Tragical?
No. You preferred it to the usual thing:
One dull man, dulling and uxorious
People who are worth knowing seek out this woman, but they only seek her out when they cannot find the people they really want to see. The woman is considered a second rate mind, someone only to be used until something better comes along.