Death & Dying
Eight O'Clock
From Last Poems by A. E. Housman
Death & Dying
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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Housman, A. E. “Eight O'Clock.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/housman/95/.
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Housman, A. E. “Eight O'Clock.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/housman/95/.
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