Clock and Compass


Conrad Aiken

The clock, man's fear of time's short hour,

hums like a heart hung in a tower.

The weathervane, man's fear of the west,

hymns in terror that land of rest.

Together clock and weathervane

rejoice in pouring sun and rain.

It is in vain, and all in vain,

When man is gone, we shall remain.

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