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.
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Yes Awsome
The poet was a pesimist from a lot of his poems
I read but sad in a way he really felt the useless
death of the young soldiers so deeply -
awsome
this is one of those short, concise, but meaningfull poems, that without saying anything sais alot -
The poem reflects the author's pesimistic way of looking at life.
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