For he dreamed it was the day,
Though the dawn was far away,
And he trembled with dismay
In the desert—dark and drear.
“Dong—dong!” And the sound of a bell
Went wailing away over meadow and mere—“Ten!”
Counted aloud by the sentinel clock
On the turret of Time; and the regular beat
Of his echoing feet
Fell—like lead—on the ear—