  She brings such gay and shining things to pass, With delicate, deft fingers that are learned In ways of silverware and cup and glass, Arrayed in ordered patterns, trimly turned;— And never guesses how this subtle ease Is older than the oldest tale we tell, This gift that guides her through such tricks as these,—— And my delight in watching her, as well. She thinks not how this art with spoon and plate, Is one with ancient women baking bread: An epic heritance come down of late To slender hands, and dear, delightful head,— How Trojan housewives vie in serving me, Where Mary sets the table things for tea. |
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