Udo's Techblog

Ah well, it's 5 in the morning, I have to stop doing this!



Ahem, here goes (Lord Byron):



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 !