For every Swing of the pendulum a Clicking of the pawl and ring, a tiny Turning of the outer band Offset Gears enclosed within Ticking one sixtieth less in arc Encroaching the next hour
Restless heart disquieting tone a Clapping of the cymbal pans, the Crisscross motion sticks to drums Four Chambers charged for rapid bursts With the last quake held in suspension Distinct tho' distant Thunder Roll