On the gold Cuff
a poem by Thomas Hood:
GOLD! GOLD! GOLD! GOLD!
BRIGHT AND YELLOW, HARD AND COLD
MOLTEN, GRAVEN, HAMMERED AND ROLLED,
HEAVY TO GET AND LIGHT TO HOLD,
HOARDED, BARTERED, BOUGHT AND SOLD.
On the silver Cuff
a poem by Walter de la Mare:
SLOWLY, SILENTLY, NOW THE MOON
WALKS THE NIGHT IN HER SILVER SHOON;
THIS WAY, AND THAT, SHE PEERS, AND SEES
SILVER FRUIT UPON SILVER TREES.
Photographer, Daniel Benson
Set Designer, Tors Beedles