Silver Clock! O Silver Clock! Tell To Me The Time O' Day! Is There Yet A Little Hour Left For Us To Work And Play? Tell Me When The Sun Will Set - Tiny Globe Of Silver-Grey. It Has Been So Glad A World Since The Coming Of The Morn, Oft I Wondered When I Met Any Souls Who Seemed Forlorn - And I Scarce Gave Heed To Those Who Were Old Or Travel Worn. Mayhap I Have Loved Too Well The Merry Fleeting Things; Run Too Lightly With The Wind - Chased Too Many Shining Wings; Thought Too Seldom Of The Night, And The Silence That It Brings. Well I Fear Me I Have Been But An Idler In The Sun - All Unfinished Are The Tasks Long And Long Ago Begun - In The Dark Perchance They Weep, Who Have Left Their Work Undone. And I Know Each Black-Frocked Friar Preacheth Sermons That, Alas! Fain Would Halt The Dancing Feet Of Those Careless Ones Who Pass Down A Sweet And Primrose Path, Through The Ribbons Of The Grass. Silver-Clock! O Silver-Clock! It Was Only Yesterday Dandelions Flecked The Field, Starry Bright, And Gold And Gay; You Are But The Ghost Of One - Little Globe Of Silver-Grey! Tell Me - Tell Me Of The Hour - For There Is So Much To Do! Is It Early? Is It Late? Fairy Clock! 0 Tell Me True, As I Blow You Down The Wind, Out Upon A Road Of Blue.