287 <br /> <br />A Clock stopped— <br />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 />This Shopman importunes it— <br />While cool—concernless No— <br /> <br />Nods from the Gilded pointers— <br />Nods from the Seconds slim— <br />Decades of Arrogance between <br />The Dial life— <br />And Him—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-clock-stopped/
