View from a Hill.

There is a mist in the valley, a fog upon the hill,
The road is rain sodden and such are my ills,
Lights from the town shine out mocking the stars,
Laughter and smoke billow out from the bars.
Night is my cover my cloak until dawn '
But the rise of the sun makes me shiver not warm,
Where is my lover, my home and my fate?
I know in my heart it is nearly too late.