The "Extra Hour"

(They put back the clocks at two A. M.) TO-NIGHT, I think each sleepy clock Will lift a pedant's protest to the skies From many a town's high tower: — Tick-tock — tick-tock — Rude hands presume to put us back — Tick-tack — One hour! —

Time will not wait, they say, Nor sun: Yet is this vast thing done? Shall the slow day Submit, the calm moon cower?

O shadowy wings that lean in flight, O night! Before your star-eyed birds are flown. Before the dawn shall flower Its wide, inexorable buds of light.

Clasped lovers shall have known That added hour!