I slept across the front of the clock
Close to the long case-door
The hours were brought by their brazen knock
To my ear as the slow night
Thus did I, she being sick to death,
That each hour as it belled
Should wake me to rise, and learn by her breath
Whether her strength still held.
Yet though throughout life's midnights all
I would have watched till spent
For her dear sake, I missed the call
Of the hour in which she went.