Siegfried Sassoon (1886–1967). Picture-Show. 1920.
14. The Goldsmith
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Over the golden vessel that he’d wrought.
A bird was singing. But the craftsman’s thought
Is a forgotten language, lost and dead.
And stood beside him in the morning sun.
The goldwork glitter’d.… ‘That’s the best I’ve done.
‘And now I’ve got a necklace to begin.’
A girl was selling flowers along the street.