Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен) (Alfred Edward Housman)




Текст оригинала на английском языке

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.





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