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 />Frances Darwin Cornford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-watch-11/
