THREE A. M.
by WALT KLEIN
The clocks are all awrythis hour of the secretnight—the slender handsall aimless; the terrible, slenderhands all fingeringa different cipher, and the starsall reeling in their orbits.O time! time! time!Time and death have vanishedthis enchanted moment, forgotten,lost in the endlesscorridors of mind. But who—who will know tomorrowof this moment fleeing, lost?Wailing, wailing, wailing....The pendulum, rasping, drops,the door springs open,and a tinny voice shrieks:"Cuckoo! Cuckoo! Cuckoo!"
The clocks are all awrythis hour of the secretnight—the slender handsall aimless; the terrible, slenderhands all fingeringa different cipher, and the starsall reeling in their orbits.O time! time! time!Time and death have vanishedthis enchanted moment, forgotten,lost in the endlesscorridors of mind. But who—who will know tomorrowof this moment fleeing, lost?Wailing, wailing, wailing....The pendulum, rasping, drops,the door springs open,and a tinny voice shrieks:"Cuckoo! Cuckoo! Cuckoo!"
The clocks are all awrythis hour of the secretnight—the slender handsall aimless; the terrible, slenderhands all fingeringa different cipher, and the starsall reeling in their orbits.O time! time! time!
The clocks are all awry
this hour of the secret
night—the slender hands
all aimless; the terrible, slender
hands all fingering
a different cipher, and the stars
all reeling in their orbits.
O time! time! time!
Time and death have vanishedthis enchanted moment, forgotten,lost in the endlesscorridors of mind. But who—who will know tomorrowof this moment fleeing, lost?Wailing, wailing, wailing....
Time and death have vanished
this enchanted moment, forgotten,
lost in the endless
corridors of mind. But who—
who will know tomorrow
of this moment fleeing, lost?
Wailing, wailing, wailing....
The pendulum, rasping, drops,the door springs open,and a tinny voice shrieks:"Cuckoo! Cuckoo! Cuckoo!"
The pendulum, rasping, drops,
the door springs open,
and a tinny voice shrieks:
"Cuckoo! Cuckoo! Cuckoo!"