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.

1. Additional Poems. 4. It Is No Gift I Tender
2. More Poems. 40. Farewell to a Name and a Number
3. Additional Poems. 2. Oh Were He and I Together
4. More Poems. 11. The Rainy Pleiads Wester
5. More Poems. 46. The Land of Biscay

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