Is not another soul troubled
By the inexactitude of timepieces?
The pendulum swings to and fro –
And, ho, another, just a second out of sync.
How is it so that, given world enough, and time,
They find harmony in one another?
The sun rises; the sun sets,
And Helios, Sun God of old, no longer has use for his chariot.
Yet my clock and yours
Were always out of tune;
You set yours to the stars,
And I – I navigated these still waters by the moon.