I quite remember that afternoon bright
When, up above, a solitary kite
Gyrated slowly at an immense height
While a single wisp of cloud - white and frayed,
Dissolved slowly in the afternoon ray.
The lonely street was silent and sleeping;
Only the glistening sea was peeping
Over the wall - the breeze carrying its spray.
A clock ticked quietly over the settee.
He sat on a chair and I at His feet.
At length He softly asked, What time is it?
But just as I turned to make a reply
The clock in the room struck eternity.
