Here you will find the Poem The Watch of poet Barry Cornwall
I wakened on my hot, hard bed; Upon the pillow lay my head; Beneath the pillow I could hear My little watch was ticking clear. I thought the throbbing of it went Like my continual discontent; I thought it said in every tick: I am so sick, so sick, so sick: O death, come quick, come quick, come quick, Come quick, come quick, come quick, come quick...