Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен))

Last Poems. 15. Eight O’Clock

He stood, and heard the steeple
        Sprinkle the quarters on the morning town.
One, two, three, four, to market-place and people
        It tossed them down.

Strapped, noosed, nighing his hour,
        He stood and counted them and cursed his luck;
And then the clock collected in the tower
        Its strength, and struck.

Alfred Edward Housman’s other poems:

  1. Last Poems. 19. In Midnights of November
  2. Last Poems. 20. The Night Is Freezing Fast
  3. Last Poems. 27. The Sigh That Heaves the Grasses
  4. More Poems. 14. The Farms of Home Lie Lost in Even
  5. Last Poems. 14. The Culprit

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