Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен))

Last Poems. 28. Now Dreary Dawns the Eastern Light

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.

1. More Poems. 11. The Rainy Pleiads Wester
2. Last Poems. 16. Spring Morning
3. More Poems. 14. The Farms of Home Lie Lost in Even
4. A Shropshire Lad. 17. Twice a Week the Winter Thorough
5. Last Poems. 22. The Sloe Was Lost in Flower

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