living things in the tapestry Be woven and hushed; The Loom has a tale, you can see, to tell, And a tale has told. I love this Gobelin epical Of scarlet and gold. If the heart of a god may look in pride At the wondrous weave It is something better to Hands which guide—      I see and believe. 

  

  

       DIALOGUE AT PERKO'S     

      Look here, Jack:      You don't act natural. You have lost your laugh. You haven't told me any stories. You Just lie there half asleep. What's on your mind? JACK What time is it? Where is my watch? FLORENCE Your watch Under your pillow! You don't think I'd take it. Why, Jack, what talk for you. JACK Well, never mind, Let's pack no ice. FLORENCE What's that? JACK No quarreling—      What is the time? FLORENCE Look over towards my dresser—      My clock says half-past eleven. JACK Listen to that—      That hurdy-gurdy's playing Holy Night, And on this street.       FLORENCE And why not on this street? JACK You may be right. It may as well be played Where you live as in front of where I work, Some twenty stories up. I think you're right. FLORENCE Say, Jack, what is the matter? Come! be gay. Tell me some stories. Buy another bottle. Just think you make a lot of money, Jack. You're young and prominent. They all know you. I hear your name all over town. I see Your picture in the papers. What's the matter? JACK I've lost my job for one thing. FLORENCE You don't mean it! JACK They used me and then fired me, same as you. If you don't make the money, out you go. FLORENCE Yes, out I go. But, there are other places. JACK On further down the street. FLORENCE Not yet a while. JACK Not yet for me, but still the question is Whether to fight it out for up or down, Or run from everything, be free. FLORENCE You can't do that. JACK Why not? FLORENCE No more than I. Oh well perhaps, if a nice man came by To marry me then I could get away. It happens all the time. Last week in fact Christ Perko married Rachel who lived here. He's rich as cream. JACK 

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