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The Dolls
| A doll in the doll-maker’s house | | Looks at the cradle and bawls: | | ‘That is an insult to us.’ | | But the oldest
of all the dolls, | | Who had seen, being kept for show, | | Generations of his sort, | | Out-screams the whole
shelf: ‘Although | | There’s not a man can report | | Evil of this place, | | The man and the woman bring | | Hither, to
our disgrace, | | A noisy and filthy thing.’ | | Hearing him groan and stretch | | The doll-maker’s wife is aware | | Her
husband has heard the wretch, | | And crouched by the arm of his chair, | | She murmurs into his ear, | | Head
upon shoulder leant: | | ‘My dear, my dear, O dear, | | It was an accident.’ |
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By PanEris
using Melati.
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