Author Ebenezer Elliott " Did I stop thy clock, from past five until seven? " Said the gipsy, with ill-suppress'd laugh; " By Ecclesfield chimes it is long past eleven: Thou'rt too late, by an hour and a half. " Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments