Emily Dickinson

A Clock stopped -

A Clock stopped - Not the Mantel's - Geneva's farthest skill Can't put the puppet bowing That just now dangled still - An awe came on the Trinket! The Figures hunched  -with pain - Then quivered out of Decimals - Into Degreeless noon - It will not stir for Doctors - This Pendulum of snow - The Shopman importunes it - While cool - concernless No Nods from the Gilded pointers - Nods from Seconds slim - Decades of Arrogance between The Dial life - And Him.