Last Poems (Housman)/Now dreary dawns the eastern light

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4482729Last Poems — Now dreary dawns the eastern light1922Alfred Edward Housman
XXVIII
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.