by Alfred Edward Housman (1859 - 1936)

Now dreary dawns the eastern light
Language: English 
Now dreary dawns the eastern light,
  And fall of eve is drear,
And cold the poor man lies at night,
  And so goes out the year.
Little is the luck I've had,
  And oh, 'tis comfort small
To think that many another lad
  Has had no luck at all.


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This text was added to the website: 2008-08-18
Line count: 8
Word count: 49