The Watch Poem by Barry Cornwall
The Watch
I wakened on my hot, hard bed;
Upon the pillow lay my head;
Beneath the pillow I could hear
My little watch was ticking clear.
I thought the throbbing of it went
Like my continual discontent;
I thought it said in every tick:
I am so sick, so sick, so sick:
O death, come quick, come quick, come quick,
Come quick, come quick, come quick, come quick...
'' O death, come quick, come quick, come quick, Come quick, come quick, come quick, come quick... '' the last line with the 4 repetitions of ''come quick'' is really too much..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 9:46:55 AM # 1.0.0.1119
The Watch is a poem by Frances Darwin Cornford - why are you saying it is by Barry Cornwall?