She was a woman peerless in her station, br With household virtues wedded to her name; br Spotless in linen, grass-bleached in her fame; br And pure and clear-starched in her conversation; br Thence in my Castle of Imagination br She dwells for evermore, the dainty dame, br To keep all airy draperies from shame br And all dream furnitures in preservation: br br There walketh she with keys quite silver bright, br In perfect hose and shoes of seemly black, br Apron and stomacher of lily white, br And decent order follows in her track: br The burnished plate grows lustrous in her sight, br And polished floors and tables shine her back.