<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358410" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Nurse's Watch</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">From 'The Boy's Wonderhorn'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The moon it shines,<br>My darling whines;<br>The clock strikes twelve:--God cheer<br>The sick both far and near.<br>God knoweth all;<br>Mousy nibbles in the wall;<br>The clock strikes one:--like day,<br>Dreams o'er thy pillow play.<br>The matin-bell<br>Wakes the nun in convent cell;<br>The clock strikes two:--they go<br>To choir in a row.<br>The wind it blows,<br>The cock he crows;<br>The clock strikes three:--the wagoner<br>In his straw bed begins to stir.<br>The steed he paws the floor,<br>Creaks the stable door;<br>The clock strikes four:--'tis plain<br>The coachman sifts his grain.<br>The swallow's laugh the still air shakes,<br>The sun awakes;<br>The clock strikes five:--the traveler must be gone,<br>He puts his stockings on.<br>The hen is clacking,<br>The ducks are quacking;<br>The clock strikes six:--awake, arise,<br>Thou lazy hag; come, ope thy eyes.<br>Quick to the baker's run;<br>The rolls are done;<br>The clock strikes seven:--<br>'Tis time the milk were in the oven.<br>Put in some butter, do,<br>And some fine sugar, too;<br>The clock strikes eight:--<br>Now bring my baby's porridge straight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Clemens+Maria+Brentano">Clemens Maria Brentano</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358410" data-title="The Nurse's Watch de Clemens Maria Brentano" data-description="From 'The Boy's Wonderhorn' The moon it shines, My darling whines; The clock strikes twelve:--God cheer The sick both far and near. God knoweth all; Mousy nibbles in the wall; The clock strikes one:--like day, Dreams o'er thy pillow play. The ma..."></div> </div> </div>

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