I wakened on my hot, hard bed; <br />Upon the pillow lay my head; <br />Beneath the pillow I could hear <br />My little watch was ticking clear. <br />I thought the throbbing of it went <br />Like my continual discontent; <br />I thought it said in every tick: <br />I am so sick, so sick, so sick: <br />O death, come quick, come quick, come quick, <br />Come quick, come quick, come quick, come quick...<br /><br />Francis Macdonald Cornford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-watch/
