by Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844 - 1889)

To his watch
Language: English 
[Mortal my mate, bearing my rock-a-heart
Warm beat with cold beat company, shall I
Earlier or you fail at our force, and lie
The ruins of, rifled, once a world of art?]1
The [telling]1 time our task is; time's some part,
Not all, but we were framed to fail and die --
One spell and well that one. There, ah thereby
Is comfort's carol of all or woe's worst smart.
 
Field-flown, the departed day no morning brings
Saying 'This was yours' with her, but new one, worse,
And then that last and shortest...

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