“At my dying hour, and over my long life, A clock strikes somewhere at the city’s edge. Rabindranath Tagore
“Hickory dickory dock, The mouse ran up the clock, The clock struck one, The mouse ran down; Hickory dickory dock. Anonymous: Nursery Rhymes
“Strapped, noosed, nighing his hour, He stood and counted them and cursed his luck; And then the clock collected in the tower Its strength, and struck. A. E. Housman