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.
Songs in a Hospital: Eight O’Clock
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Sara Teasdale (1884–1933) was an American poet. She was the first person to win the Poetry Society of America Prize, later renamed the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry, for her 1917 poetry collection Love Songs.
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