Though, if you ask her name, she says 'Elise,' br Being plain Elizabeth, e'en let it pass, br And own that, if her aspirates take their ease, br She ever makes a point, in washing glass, br Handling the engine, turning taps for tots, br And countering change, and scorning what men say, br Of posing as a dove among the pots, br Nor often gives her dignity away. br Her head's a work of art, and, if her eyes br Be tired and ignorant, she has a waist; br Cheaply the Mode she shadows; and she tries br From penny novels to amend her taste; br And, having mopped the zinc for certain years, br And faced the gas, she fades and disappears.