The Watch -- Frances Cornford

The Watch

By Frances Cornford (1886–1960)

I WAKENED on my hot, hard bed; Upon the pillow lay my head; Beneath the pillow I could hear My little watch was ticking clear. I thought the throbbing of it went         Like my continual discontent, I thought it said in every tick: I am so sick, so sick, so sick; O death, come quick, come quick, come quick, Come quick, come quick, come quick, come quick.