Stands the church clock at ten to three?

Well, it's not Grantchester, and the hands have moved on since I first got here, but it's a church clock, all right!

Say, is there beauty yet to find?
And certainty? and quiet kind?
Deep meadows yet, for to forget
The lies, and truths, and pain?...oh! yet
Stands the church clock at ten to three?
And is there honey still for tea?

Rupert Brooke, 1912
The Old Vicarage, Grantchester