Each morning I pass on my way to work
A clock in a tower
And I look towards it with anxious eyes
To make sure of the hour.
But the sun gets up at the back of the tower
With a flare and a blaze
Hiding the time and the tower from my sight
In a blissful haze.
“I am the marker of time” says the sun.
I believe for the nonce he is lord of the day
And am rid of my cares.
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