EVERY tick and every tock That comes from my old clock, Keeps time to Molly's step; And when it cries "Cuckoo," Her hand should knock below. Unless -- for now I see The clock looks down at me With a white and silent face; It stops, and not one beat Keeps time to Molly's feet. Then, staring at that clock, Whose every tick and tock Should be one step of hers, "Why have you stopped," I said -- "Has Molly dropped down dead?" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EACH IN HIS OWN TONGUE by WILLIAM HERBERT CARRUTH THE CROCODILE, FR. ALICE IN WONDERLAND by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON ON A FLOWER FROM THE FIELD OF GRUTLI by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS A BALLAD OF TREES AND THE MASTER by SIDNEY LANIER POMONA by WILLIAM MORRIS (1834-1896) ELEGIAC SONNET: 4. TO THE MOON by CHARLOTTE SMITH ORANGE BUDS BY MAIL FROM FLORIDA by WALT WHITMAN WHEN I HEARD AT THE CLOSE OF THE DAY by WALT WHITMAN EPISTLES ON THE CHARACTER AND CONDITION OF WOMEN: 1 by LUCY AIKEN |