TWO O'CLOCK
Night after night goes by: and clocks still chime
And stars are changing patterns in the dark,
Benumbs the eager brain. The dogs that bark,
The very cats that prowl, all quiet find
Sleep comes to chloroform the fretting mind.
Some scribbled sonnets tossed upon the floor,
A run-down watch, a pipe, some clothes we wore—
How warm her dreamless breath does pause and flow.