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Supper comes at five o’clock, At six, the evening star, My lover comes at eight o’clock — But eight o’clock is far. How could I bear my pain all day Unless I watched to see The clock-hands laboring to bring Eight o’clock to me.
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Eight O’Clock
Supper comes at five o’clock, At six, the evening star, My lover comes at eight o’clock — But eight o’clock is far. How could I bear my pain all day Unless I watched to see The clock-hands laboring to bring Eight o’clock to me.
Sara Teasdale
1884 - 1933/Female/American