Pebbles and Shells (Hawkes collection)/To a Watch

by Clarence Hawkes

TO A WATCH

Thing of beauty, made for duty,
 Ever ticking without rest,
Thou art sleeping in good keeping
 On a peerless maiden's breast,
Thou art nearest to her dearest
 Hopes and longings all unguessed.

O discover if another
 Of her graces is possessed,
For her favor would forever
 Make me dearly doubly blessed,
And no burden e'er would sadden
 If her love I once possessed.