Sun Of the Sleepless

from the quills of dead white poets

Lord Byron (1788 – 1824)

(From “Hebrew Melodies”)

 

Sun of the Sleepless! melancholy star!naked.woman.

Whose tearful beam glows tremulously far,

That show’st the darkness thou canst not dispel,

How like art thou to Joy remembered well!

So gleams the past, the light of other days,

Which shines but warms not with its powerless rays:

A night-beam Sorrow watcheth to behold,

Distinct, but distant – clear – but, oh, how cold!

 

About Paul Jacko

Jacko was born in Czechoslovakia not long before the communist putsch in February 1948. He studied industrial chemistry there and left in 1969 for Australia, where he became a lawyer and established his own practice. He has now retired and beside hunting, fishing, camping, prospecting and playing golf he amuses himself by writing.
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