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Conrad Potter Aiken - The Lovers
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In this glass palace are flowers in golden baskets.
In that grim brownstone castle are silver caskets.
The caskets watch and wait, and the baskets wait,
for a certain day and hour, and a certain date.

Wonderfully glow the colors in this bright palace.
Superb the flora, in pyx and vase and chalice.
The glass is steamed with a stifling tuberose breath;
and lilies too, of the valley of the shadow of death.

The caskets are satin-lined, with silver handles;
and the janitor sings ‘they’ll soon be lighting candles.’
He sweeps the sidewalk, and as he sweeps he sings,
in praise of a hearse with completely noiseless springs.

Hush — the conspiracy works, it has crossed the street:
some day, and it’s not far off, the lovers will meet:
casket and basket will soon set forth together
on a joyful journey, no matter how bleak the weather;

in a beautiful beetle-black hearse with noiseless tread,
basket and casket together will hie to bed;
and start on a pullman journey to a certain gate,
punctually, at a certain hour, on a certain date.
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