Too Late, Too Cruel
I pan for gold And lose my head; Like a poor lost soul I am misled. The day goes by, The night comes on, A wild wolf’s cry Haunts my dawn. I wake with sweat Upon my face. I lost the bet I am disgraced. Too late the heat Of noon arose. Too cruel the beat Of my heart’s woes That on the wreath Of dull... Sign in to see full entry.