Classic Poem

This trivial box seems not the fitting thing
To hide such magic with its black tin lid.
Oh, build it rather like the pyramid
In whose deep crypt is buried some old king;
A crypt adorned with ancient lettering;
Graved with strange shapes and legendary tales
Wherein old riddles spread metallic veils
With many a sacred cross and devil's ring.
Set reasonings here with query and surmise,
And syllogisms from some logician's brain.
Inscribe vague prophecies whose half-closed eyes
Shine like dim jewels set by Tubal-cain.
Carve magic here with iridescence fine
And Runes and Spells and Algebraic Sign.