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.
Eight O-clock
Sara Teasdale
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Poem topics: pain, star, evening, bring, Valentine's Day, clock, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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