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HEART OF A WATCH

S my heart, too, a prisoned spring Like that which, held in cruel bonds As by a Samson’s brawny hands, Struggles, like some entrapped wild thing Caught in a gin, and striving thus Gives my poor watch her impetus, Her living pulse, her will, her power To tell my careless .nind the hour? This filament of captive steel, Without emotions or desires, That cannot plan or think or feel, That never halts and never tires, But through the hours and days and years Plods on unfaltering, still the same, That has no laughter and no tears, Can nurse no hope of fear or blame; Is my heart, then, a captive held, For ever striving to go free, By some relentless force compelled To tick into eternity?

Arnold

Wall

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New Zealand Listener, Volume 32, Issue 822, 29 April 1955, Page 14

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HEART OF A WATCH New Zealand Listener, Volume 32, Issue 822, 29 April 1955, Page 14

HEART OF A WATCH New Zealand Listener, Volume 32, Issue 822, 29 April 1955, Page 14

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