Alfred Edward Housman
Poems of Alfred Edward Housman
|101.||XXVI: Good Creatures Do You Love Your Lives||1/28/2014|
|102.||XXVI: The Half-Moon westers low my love||1/28/2014|
|103.||XXVIII: Now Dreary Dawns the Eastern Light||1/28/2014|
|104.||XXXII: When I would Muse in Boyhood||1/28/2014|
|105.||XXXIX: Tis Time, I Think, By Wenlock Town||1/28/2014|
|106.||XXXV: When first my Way to Fair I Took||1/28/2014|
|108.||You Smile Upon Your Friend To-Day||1/3/2003|
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.