Collected Poems of Henry Derozio: Preface by Manu Samriti Chander; Edited by Amardeep Singh


Of soft cerulean colour was the sky, 
   The sun had not yet risen o'er the scene, 
The wild lark sang his morning hymn on high, 
   And heaven breathed sweetly o'er the foliage green: 
Julian and I walked forth, and soon we came 
Unto the tomb of a high son of fame; 
The marble told his deeds, his years, and name. 
Struck with his greatness, and the sounding praise 
   That was bestowed upon him, I began 
   Almost to envy him the race he ran: 
Man is a noble work, the wise man says, 
   And so said I; but Julian stooped, and took 
   Some dust up in his hand, and bade me look 
Upon it well, and then he cried, 'See, this is man!' 

April, 1827.

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