A Blouse Machinist

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