Where can you find a poem that begins A little china figure on a little bracket sat?

Answer 1

A little china figure on a little bracket sat,

His little feet were always crossed, he wore a china hat.

And every morning fair or foul, in shine or shadow dim,

A pretty little housemaid came and softly dusted him.

She picked him up so gently, and with such a charming air,

His china heart was melted quite, he loved her to despair.

All day he sat and thought of her until the twilight came,

And in his china heart at night, he softly breathed her name.

One day while being dusted, in his joy he trembled so

To feel her dainty fingers, that alas - she let him go.

In vain she tried to grab him back, but fate willed that they should part,

He fell against a fender edge and broke his china heart

She gathered up the fragments and she told a little lie,

Explaining to her mistress how the cat had made him die.

And on the following morning, when the shutters back were thrust,

She spoke his little epitaph - "That's one less thing to dust!"

by Mrs. W. Robinson

I've no idea who Mrs. W. Robinson is or was,

Where she lived, when she lived or if even still she does.

I only know her little china figure brings me joy,

And mem'ries of mother's tears as she read this to her boy.