321 – Oh, Mrs Danvers

Poem number 321
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Oh Mrs Danvers
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Oh Mrs Danvers your face is severe, Mrs de Winter is always in fear,
The house is an empire you rule in the stead of Rebecca de Winter, who sadly is dead
The new wife does trespass, she doesn’t belong – you wish she would leave here, her face is all wrong
If leave she will not then insanity calls, you’ll burn down the house and smile as it falls
Dear Manderley dies, a fountain of flame to spite the new mistress for taking her name.

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