Elegance of brass banisters like fine Queen Anne’s Lace
Corralling an hour-glass stairway of marble and light
Above is the skylight, a glowing flower of white and gold
The signature of opulence, a feast to the eyes.
The upstairs is a circle, no doubt divinely-inspired,
With porticos, and windows draped in gold satin
And portraits of the hunt, the hounds, the horses
Punctuated by candlelit shrines and crosses.
Who lives here knows the source of well-being
And you might suppose there are thanks said daily.
For blessings surely abound in this mansion
So graceful and inspiring of awe and sheer beauty.