[Illustration]
You who look, at home, so charming--
Angel, goddess, nothing less--
Do you know you're quite alarming
In that dress?
Such a garb should be forbidden;
Where's the grace an artist loves?
Think of dainty fingers hidden
In those gloves!
Gloves! A housemaid would not wear them,
Shapeless, brown and rough as sacks,
Thick! And yet you often tear them
With that axe!
Worst of all, unblacked, unshiny--
Greet them with derisive boots--
Clumsy, huge! For feet so tiny!
Oh, those boots!
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