My Grandfather’s clock was too large for the shelf,
So it stood ninety years on the floor;
It was taller by half than the old man himself
Though it weighed not a pennyweight more.
It was bought on the morn of the day that he was born,
And was always his treasure and pride---
But it stopped short never to go again
When the old man died.
Ninety years without slumbering tick tock, tick tock;
His life’s seconds numbering tick tock, tick tock;
It stopped short never to go again, when the old man died.
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