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

Fakeer of Jungheera 2.8

He neither bowed, nor proffered gold, 
   His sorrows were too fresh and wild 
But soon the mournful tale was told 
   Of fair Nuleeni, his lost child. 
He spake of feelings crushed, of shame, 
Of ruined hopes, of blighted name, 
Of all that man hath fondly thought 
   Brightens existence with its beams; 
As if those idle fancies brought 
   Whate'er of heaven a poet dreams; 
As if the visions which on earth 
Have gained the sacred name of worth, 
Could, for a passing moment, bless 
The soul with aught like happiness!— 
His tale was told :—of manly grief 
   He stood the statue, warmed with life; 
Demanding vengeance, not relief, 
   Honour alive, or death in strife; 
Yes—vengeance on the wretch abhorred 
Who broke his heart's lone latest chord.— 
Within the time-worn breast, revenge, 
Till slaked its thirst, has scorned to change ;
Though young and reckless spirits may 
Forgive the wrong the stern repay :— 
The tender sapling is inclined 
Even by the passing summer wind; 
The mountain monarch towers unbent 
Although by lightning stript and rent. 

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