. A Sleepless Night Lest I should suffer sleeplessly this night Of loathsome loneliness, whose strength severe So weakens me that many a bitter tear Bewails my sweetless, ever souring plight; I call on my subconscious to recite Those dulcet days, that distant yesteryear, To which I would by thought be brought so near That I could re-indulge my past delight; Yet it is of no use, I turn and toss Beneath the bedsheets, and begin to mourn Felicities of which I am forlorn, And lay in lamentation of their loss; But if a bitter tear should thus be shed, Sweet thoughts of you soon take my sorrow’s stead. . . If It Were in My Power If it were in my power to conceive The length of time that quantifies the past, And that this number will be yet surpassed, For time ticks ever on without reprieve; If it were in my power to perceive Before my eyes the distance, which was vast, That we had had to cross, until at last The fabric of our lives could interweave; If it were in my power to comprehend How meagre is the measure of my life, How poorer health, or other mortal strife Could have precluded meeting you, dear friend; Then I would think that nothing’s more sublime Than that our lives o’erlapped in place and time. . . Daniel Joseph Howard studied law in his native Ireland before taking his MA in philosophy at King’s College London. After working in the European Commission, he is now pursuing a PhD in Philosophy at Boston College.