Lawrence Hall, HSG
I Do Not Count the Clock
Cf. Shakespeare, Sonnet 12
I do not count the clock
when I’m outside
I do not count the leaves,
fallen and sere
I do not count the silver
in your hair
Though I celebrate them
all the same
(But not
the clock; there is no love in clocks)
These golden days have
beauties of their own
Their richness born from
the promises of spring
The culminations of
summer’s growing days
Crowned with silver by the
first falling frost
I do not count the clock
when I’m outside
I do not count the clock
when I’m with you
