Slowly they return to the crowds and the brilliant lights,
Dazzled they look aside, silently climb on the cars—
They cling to the swaying straps, weary, inert, confused.
The lurching car makes halt, they are thrown in each other’s arms,—
Alien and unmoved they sway apart again,—
The car moves on through the fields and suburbs back to the town.
They leave the car in pairs, the picnic baskets
Rattling dismally plate and spoon and jar.
Each clerk takes his girl to her lodgings in awkward silence,