The Works of Lord Byron, Vol. 7 (Journal In Cephalonia) lyrics
by Lord Byron
Journal In Cephalonia
The dead have been awakened—shall I sleep?
The World's at war with tyrants—shall I crouch?
The harvest's ripe—and shall I pause to reap?
I slumber not; the thorn is in my Couch;
Each day a trumpet soundeth in mine ear,
Its echo in my heart——