Miss Murphy has blue eyes and blue-black hair, <br />Her machine's opposite mine <br />So I can stare <br />At her pale face and shining blue-black hair. <br />I'm sure that other people think her plain <br />But I could look at her <br />And look again <br />Although I see why people think her plain. <br />She's nice to watch when her machine-belt breaks. <br />She has such delicate hands <br />And arms, it takes <br />Ages for her to mend it when it breaks. <br />Oh, beauty's still elusive and she's fine. <br />Though all the moulding <br />Of her face, the line <br />Of nose, mouth, chin is Mongol, yet she's fine. <br />Of course things would be different in Japan. <br />They'd see her beauty. <br />On a silken fan <br />They'd paint her for a princess in Japan. <br />But still her loveliness eludes the blind. <br />They never use their eyes <br />But just their mind. <br />So must much loveliness elude the blind.<br /><br />Lesbia Harford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-blouse-machinist/
