Alfred Edward Housman

(26 March 1859 – 30 April 1936 / Worcestershire)

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.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

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