In case anyone wondered what the heck was going on at the end of my last post, the following lines were copied and pasted as note-taking, and I fogot to delete them:

'T was later when the summer went Than when the cricket came, And yet we knew that gentle clock Meant nought but going home.

'T was sooner when the cricket went Than when the winter came Yet that pathetic pendulum Keeps esoteric time.

It wouldn't have been oarticularly hard for her to rewrite those lines with rhymes - but I think the poem would have lost something.

Sorry if i befuddled anyone.

Genie