Bryan Waller Procter (Брайан Уоллер Проктер)

The Watch

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… 

1. The Poet's Song to His Wife
2. Is My Lover on the Sea
3. A Poet’s Thought
4. The Hunter’s Song
5. Golden-Tressed Adelaide

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