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.
Sara Teasdale
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/eight-o-clock-3/
