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

Fakeer of Jungheera 1.5

   Lo! something moving o'er the plain 
Like morning mist upon the main, 
But dimly may the gazer's eye 
Its indistinct advance descry; 
Slowly it moves—thus slow we find 
Truth dawn upon the doubting mind: 
At first, a cloud its hues appear, 
And then it rolling gathers near, 
Just ray by ray, till robed in light, 
It dazzling stands before the sight. 
A glittering throng advanceth nigh 
With drum, and gong, and soldiery; 
Their spears of gold, in Surya's gleam 
Reflect his splendour, beam for beam; 
Their chargers brave are proudly prancing, 
With silver bright their bridles ring; 
While woman's brighter eyes are glancing 
Like light upon a seraph's wing. 
And there the priests with triple thread 
And saintly mien, and solemn tread, 
Pronounce their golden God to please, 
Religion's holiest mysteries; 
Thus hallowing with their sacred power 
The rites of that eventful hour. 
One lovely form is gliding there 
As if 'twere pure embodied air, 
With face half veiled, enrobed in white, 
She, like a blessed child of light 
Amidst her maidens seems to rise, 
Like Chandra in the jewelled skies! 
A sound of song is on the breeze, 
As welcome to the spirit bright 
As love's delicious phantasies, 
Or ladies' sighs in bowers by night; 
As sweet as air-touched harps, and dear 
As praise to youthful poet's ear. 

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