Светлый фон
Every day is like a sentence

Sun of the sleepless! Melancholy star!

Sun of the sleepless! Melancholy star!

Whose tearful beam glows tremulously far,

Whose tearful beam glows tremulously far,

That show’st the darkness thou canst not dispel,

That show’st the darkness thou canst not dispel,

How like art thou to joy remember’d well!

How like art thou to joy remember’d well!

So gleams the past, the light of other days,