Alfred Edward Housman - Eight O'Clock

Alfred Edward Housman - Eight O'Clock

He stood, and heard the steeple br Sprinkle the quarters on the morning town. br One, two, three, four, to market-place and people br It tossed them down. br br Strapped, noosed, nighing his hour, br He stood and counted them and cursed his luck; br And then the clock collected in the tower br Its strength, and struck.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-07

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