Yeats and The Dolls

Greetings again:

Below is one of my favorite poems by William Butler Yeats, "The Dolls." He and Rilke would have been familiar with Antique dolls of bisque, wax, and china, as well as bisque French and German Characteres, art dolls, and papier mache and composition dolls:

A DOLL in the doll-makers house
Looks at the cradle and balls:
That is an insult to us.
But the oldest of all the dolls
Who had seen, being kept for show,
Generations of his sort,
Out-screams the whole shelf: Although
There's not a man can report
Evil of this place,
The man and the woman bring
Hither to our disgrace,
A noisy and filthy thing.
Hearing him groan and stretch
The doll-maker¹s wife is aware
Her husband has heard the wretch,
And crouched by the arm of his chair,
She murmurs into his ear,
Head upon shoulder leant:
My dear, my dear, oh dear,
It was an accident.