Theodore Stephanides
Sunrise
I watch the rising sun and know
That it is hydrogen a-flame;
Three hundred thousand Earths would go
To make its mass; till its light came

From it to me eight minuts passed...
I know these facts and many more.
The sailor gazing from the mast,
His wife beside their cottage door,

The child she holds upon her knee,
Al see the sun with other eyes;
The same bright sun, but what they see
I can no longer visualise.

Much have I learnt — but at a cost;
To gain a joy, a joy I've lost.
(from "The Golden face", 1965)