“There's the wretched rent to pay,
Yet I glower at pen and ink:
Oh, inspire me, Muse, I pray,
It is later than you think!”

— Robert W. Service, Ballads of a Bohemian

Ballads of a Bohemian (1921), It is later than you think http://plagiarist.com/poetry/4052/

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Canadian poet 1874–1958

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