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

Fakeer of Jungheera 2.13

   How dreadful is the storm, with flag unfurled 
And sheathless lightning warring with the world! 
Lost is of light the last remaining ray, 
As if the stars had burnt themselves away; 
Or, as the wind by furious demons driven 
Had quenched for ever those small lamps of heaven! 
Hark! how it rushes like a maniac by, 
Raving and singing as it cuts the sky— 
Hark! how it hissing o'er the river flies— 
Chafing the waves, and moaning till it dies! 
As though the spirits of the storm unblest 
Had been sent down to trouble all at rest. 
Snatched is the moon from heaven, as she had been 
Too fair a witness for so dark a scene; 
As though her delicate and gentle form 
Might ne'er abide the gathering of the storm, 
But like the beautiful on earth be still 
Bowed or destroyed beneath the blasts of ill. 
The heavens their flood-gates all at once unbar, 
The waters wildly hurry to the war, 
Madly to earth the rain in torrents gushed 
As from its dismal prison-clouds it rushed; 
Against Jungheera's rocks and shelving shore 
Loud howls the tempest wild—the breakers roar. 
Thus, as the tempest dimmed the moon-light scene, 
Upon Nuleeni's soul where all had been 
At peace, those words of parting quenched the light 
Which made existence most divinely bright. 

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