THE City clocks point out the hours br They look like moons on their darkened towers- br br And I who was shown my destination br Thrice, but have no sense of location, br br Am back again at one or the other br Looming clocks that have changed the figure. br br Moments a thousand have hurried over, br And the sought place is as far as ever. br br The City clocks point out the hours br They look like moons on their darkened towers; br br That Time and Place are a tangled skein br Their mingled strokes say over again.