have a little painted deft Which wears the face of mi I dress her up and send her out With proper folk to tea.
I send her out to speak and smile As other people do...
But me, I stay behind locked doors And dream, my dear, of you.
Oh, me, I stay behind locked doors ud dream my life away—With how you'll look. when next we meet, And how looked yesterday.
With what you said, and what you meant, And what my answer told.
I hide your words against my heart—A miser, hugging gold!
It is not hard, behind locked doors To dream us two together.
My little painted doll goes out In any sort of weather.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.