Updated September 23, 2019 | Infoplease Staff Eight O'ClockSupper comes at five o'clock, At six, the evening star, My lover comes at eight o'clock — But eight o'clock is far.How could I bear my pain all day Unless I watched to see The clock-hands laboring to bring Eight o'clock to me. Sara Teasdale: The New Moon Sara Teasdale: Flame and Shadow, In a Hospital Sara Teasdale: Lost Things .com/t/poetry/flame-shadow/eight-oclock.html Sources Our Common Sources
