Friday, January 3, 2003
Eight O'Clock Comments
Rating: ★2.9
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.
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Bri Edwards
03 March 2024
The poem is short, the time was short till the hanging, but I would not term the poem 'sweet' nor 'profound'. At least it is a comment. ;) bri
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7/18/2025 9:58:25 PM # 1.0.0
English poet Housman, born 1859, lived when a death sentence could be hanging with a rope noose around ones neck. Here the clock (on a tower) rang a bell marking the quarter hour till the condemned's death. bri : ) 4 stars