Sun of the sleepless! melancholy star! Whose tearful beam glows tremulously far, That show`st the darkness thou canst not dispel, How like art thou to joy remember`d 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!SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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