Eight O'Clock

by 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.


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