The Ticking - Ticking - Ticking Of The Clock! That Vexed Me So Last Night! "For Though Time Keeps Such Drowsy Watch," I Moaned, "He Never Sleeps, But Only Nods Above The World To Mock Its Restless Occupant, Then Rudely Rock It As The Cradle Of A Babe That Weeps!" I Seemed To See The Seconds Piled In Heaps Like Sand About Me; And At Every Shock O' The Bell, The Piled Sands Were Swirled Away As By A Desert-Storm That Swept The Earth Stark As A Granary Floor, Whereon The Gray And Mist-Bedrizzled Moon Amidst The Dearth Came Crawling, Like A Sickly Child, To Lay Its Pale Face Next Mine Own And Weep For Day.