Eight+O'clock


 * 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.

//A.E. Housman//