Alfred Edward Housman

(26 March 1859 – 30 April 1936 / Worcestershire)

Alfred Edward Housman Poems

101. Epitaph On An Army of Mercenaries 1/3/2003
102. Eight O'Clock 1/3/2003
103. Diffugere Nives 1/3/2003
104. Could Man Be Drunk Forever 1/3/2003
105. Bring, In This Timeless Grave to Throw 1/3/2003
106. Bredon Hill 1/3/2003
107. Be Still, My Soul, Be Still 1/3/2003
108. As Through the Wild Green Hills of Wyre 1/3/2003
109. Along The Field as We Came By 12/31/2002
110. A Shropshire Lad, II 2/18/2015
111. 1887 1/3/2003

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.

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