Every day Miss Mary goes her rounds,
Through the splendid house and through the grounds,
Looking if the kitchen table's white,
Seeing if the great big fire's alight,
Finding specks on shining pans and pots,
Never praising much, but scolding lots.
If the table's white, she does not see
Roughened hands that once were ivory.
It is fires, not cheeks, that ought to glow;
And if eyes are dim, she doesn't know.
Poor Miss Mary! Poor for all she owns,
Since the things she loves are stocks and stones.
Miss Mary Fairfax
Lesbia Harford
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Poem topics: fire, house, never, great, kitchen, Valentine's Day, shining, poor, I miss you, white, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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