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.