He’s as blind as a bat to cob-webs and dust;
Nor any domestic derangement or rust
Would he notice for worlds, for fear of a muss—
His thoughtfulness truly bewitches.
A buttonless shirt, or a hole in his hose,
He views with happy contentment.
Nor savagely scowls if his best Sunday clothes
Get mussed in the closet; nor blusters nor blows,
Nor curses the rocker for stumping his toes;
My model is free from resentment.