Thomas Hood - On Mistress Nicely, a Pattern for Housekeepers lyrics

She was a woman peerless in her station, With household virtues wedded to her name; Spotless in linen, gra**-bleached in her fame; And pure and clear-starched in her conversation; Thence in my Castle of Imagination She dwells for evermore, the dainty dame, To keep all airy draperies from shame And all dream furnitures in preservation: There walketh she with keys quite silver bright, In perfect hose and shoes of seemly black, Apron and stomacher of lily white, And decent order follows in her track: The burnished plate grows lustrous in her sight, And polished floors and tables shine her back.