【英文诗歌】
Eight O'Clock 
by Alfred Edward Housman

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. 


 
 八点时分
Alfred Edward Housman

他站着，听着教堂的尖塔
向清早的小镇挥下每一刻钟
一，二，三，四，抛下
对着市井和人群

他被捆着，套着，接近着他的死亡
站在那里倒数，连同诅咒上苍
塔上的时钟这时攒足了力量
敲  响

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