Answer:
In your fire you hear me scream! Creaking and whining yet I am dead before you lay me in your hearth.
There is one in every corner and two in every room.
Your reflection can be seen here, as long as youβre not moving.
These are the bumpy parts of your digits
You do this into someone's ear when you want to be discreet.
I fly to any foreign parts assisted by my spreading wings. My body holds an hundred hearts Nay I will tell you stranger things when I am not in haste I ride and then I mend my pace anon.