(poetry) by sehrgut Sat May 26 2007 at 18:19:54

XV.

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, Last Poems
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Public domain: first published in 1922.

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