Barry Cornwall

(21 November 1787 – 5 October 1874 / Leeds, England)

The Watch - Poem by Barry Cornwall

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...


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  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (11/7/2015 3:45:00 PM)

    '' 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.. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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