Sunrise

Ah but my speech is dark, the man complains
Has he once lit the tape or merely bidden
His servant bring it in, whom he disdains
Many reasons in this way are hidden

The wick, touched by the spark, burns first and blinks
Melting the wax which climbs up curlicue
A luminous star then slowly sinks
Pale is its brightness, pale and blue

Now, you think, now it will go dark
Quenched by the liquid wax below its turns
Ah but faith is needed, ashes and sparks
Are not enough. Look! By your faiths, it burns

So it is with my songs, oh fellow man
You who denies them in a fleeting game
Before wintry age warms up - it can
It will flare up, a sacrificial flame



Credits
Writer(s): Cyprian Norwid
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