<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416876" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Time</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">1<br>The ticking-- ticking-- ticking of the clock--!<br>That vexed me so last night--! 'For though Time keeps<br>Such drowsy watch,' I moaned, 'he never sleeps,<br>But only nods above the world to mock<br>Its restless occupant, then rudely rock<br>It as the cradle of a babe that weeps!'<br>I seemed to see the seconds piled in heaps<br>Like sand about me; and at every shock<br>O' the bell, the piled sands were swirled away<br>As by a desert-storm that swept the earth<br>Stark as a granary floor, whereon the gray<br>And mist-bedrizzled moon amidst the dearth<br>Came crawling, like a sickly child, to lay<br>Its pale face next mine own and weep for day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">2<br>Wait for the morning! Ah! We wait indeed<br>For daylight, we who toss about through stress<br>Of vacant-armed desires and emptiness<br>Of all the warm, warm touches that we need,<br>And the warm kisses upon which we feed<br>Our famished lips in fancy! May God bless<br>The starved lips of us with but one caress<br>Warm as the yearning blood our poor hearts bleed...!<br>A wild prayer--! Bite thy pillow, praying so--<br>Toss this side, and whirl that, and moan for dawn;<br>Let the clock's seconds dribble out their woe,<br>And Time be drained of sorrow! Long ago<br>We heard the crowing cock, with answer drawn<br>As hoarsely sad at throat as sobs... Pray on!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Whitcomb+Riley">James Whitcomb Riley</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=416876" data-title="Time de James Whitcomb Riley" data-description="1 The ticking-- ticking-- ticking of the clock--! That vexed me so last night--! 'For though Time keeps Such drowsy watch,' I moaned, 'he never sleeps, But only nods above the world to mock Its restless occupant, then rudely rock It as the cradle ..."></div> </div> </div>

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