SUPPER comes at five o'clock, <br />At six, the evening star, <br />My lover comes at eight o'clock— <br />But eight o'clock is far. <br />How could I bear my pain all day <br />Unless I watched to see <br />The clock-hands laboring to bring <br />Eight o'clock to me.<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/eight-o-clock-3/
