A. E. Housman: Eight O’Clock

 

A. E. Housman

(1859-1936)

 

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.

A. E. Housman poetry

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