Sunday, September 22, 2013

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.


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