A clock stopped -- not the mantel's <br /> Geneva's farthest skill <br />Can't put the puppet bowing <br /> That just now dangled still. <br /> <br />An awe came on the trinket! <br /> The figures hunched with pain, <br />Then quivered out of decimals <br /> Into degreeless noon. <br /> <br />It will not stir for doctors, <br /> This pendulum of snow; <br />The shopman importunes it, <br /> While cool, concernless No <br /> <br />Nods from the gilded pointers, <br /> Nods from seconds slim, <br />Decades of arrogance between <br /> The dial life and him.<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-clock-stopped-not-the-mantel-s/
