Alfred Edward Housman

Here you will find the Poem Eight O'Clock of poet Alfred Edward Housman

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.