• STAND still and watch the clock's grave face,
    The hands go round an even pace,
    The hands go round, and though so slow,
    In vain we try to see them go!
    But watch that long black hand again,
    Did you not see it moving then
    In tiny jerks from space to space?
    O bright moon rising full and round,
    I watch you leave the level ground~~
    You pass the tops of houses,trees,
    I see you mounting over these;
    The stars themselves your progress prove~~
    In vain I watch to see you move~~
    No single jerk,as yet,I've found!