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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
This Shopman importunes it
While cool — concernless No

Nods from the Gilded pointers
Nods from the Seconds slim
Decades of Arrogance between
The Dial life
And Him

Emily Dickinson