Wild honey from various thyme By Michael Field [i.e. K. H. Bradley and E. E. Cooper] |
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A MINUTE-HAND |
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A MINUTE-HAND
Nay, my Beloved, thou canst not keep my pace;But, as a tiny minute-hand within
A clock's wide frame doth stand
And with the ticking of the tiny paces
True to Time's race is,
So do thou mark my minutes—be
My little Now perpetually—
Sense of thy sweet
Tick-tack and beat
Buzzing about the essence of the hour!
So I renounce thy pattering feet—
So, so—the heavenly din,
The rich effulgence of thy coming in,
So thou wilt mark the pressure at its source
Of my blood's course;
And with the tiny trespass of thy being,
In every part
Dint all my senses' seeing:
Notching—O silver chime!—
The solitariness of incurious Time.
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