Still comes no answer to my greatest question Am I two clocks, or am I only one? I know my Body is wound up to go A certain number of days, and all is done. But is my mind another clock, wound up To add its chimes to those immortal spheres; One clock for Earth, to run its numbered days, The other for my more-than-mortal years? That is my question; this, my only finding One clock or two, there'll be no further winding. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I LOVE ALL BEAUTEOUS THINGS by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES QUA CURSUM VENTUS by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH SOLILOQUY OF A TURKEY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR OVERTONES by WILLIAM ALEXANDER PERCY JOHN CHARLES FREMONT by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |