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Eight O-clock

Sara Teasdale

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.

(C) Sara Teasdale
03/24/2017


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