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STAND STILL AND WATCH
- STAND still and watch the clock’s grave face,
- The hands go round an even pace,
- The hands go round, and though so slow,
- In vain we try to see them go!
- But watch that long black hand again,
- Did you not see it moving then
- In tiny jerks from space to space?
- O bright moon rising full and round,
- I watch you leave the level ground—
- You pass the tops of houses, trees,
- I see you mounting over these;
- The stars themselves your progress prove—
- In vain I watch to see you move—
- No single jerk, as yet, I’ve found!
