Night after night goes by: and clocks still chime <br />And stars are changing pattrns in the dark <br />And watches tick, and over-puissant Time <br />Benumbs the eager brain. The dogs that bark, <br />The trains that roar and rattle in the night, <br />The very cats that prowl, all quiet find <br />And leave the darkness empty, silent quite: <br />Sleep comes to chloroform the fretting mind. <br /> <br />So all things end: and what is left at last? <br />Some scribbled sonnets tossed upon the floor, <br />A memory of easy days gone past, <br />A run-down watch, a pipe, some clothes we wore- <br />And in the darkened room I lean to know <br />How her dreamless breath doth pause and flow.<br /><br />Christopher Morley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/two-o-clock/
