Picture Show (Sassoon collection)/The Goldsmith

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THE GOLDSMITH

'This job's the best I've done.' He bent his headOver the golden vessel that he'd wrought.A bird was singing. But the craftsman's thoughtIs a forgotten language, lost and dead.
He sighed and stretch'd brown arms. His friend came inAnd 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.'
This was at Gnössos, in the isle of Crete...A girl was selling flowers along the street.
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