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!