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

Morning After a Storm

The elements were all at peace, when I 
   Wandered abroad at morning's earliest hour, 
   Not to inhale the fragrance of a flower, 
Or gaze upon a sun-illumined sky: 
To mark the havoc that the storm had made 
   I wandered forth, and saw great Nature's power. 
The hamlet was in desolation laid 
   By the strong spirits of the storm; there lay 
Around me many a branch of giant trees, 
Scattered as leaves are by the southern breeze 
   Upon a brook, on an autumnal day; 
Cloud piled on cloud was there, and they did seem 
Like the fantastic figures of a dream, 
   Till morning brighter grew, and then they rolled away. 


   Oh! Nature, how I love thy face! and now 
That there was freshness on thy placid brow, 
While I looked on thee with extreme delight, 
How leapt my young heart at the lovely sight! 
Heaven breathed upon me sweetly, and its breath 
Was like the fragrance of a rosy wreath. 
The river was wreck-strewn; its gentle breast 
Was, like the heart of innocence, at rest; 
I stood upon it's grass-grown bank, and smiled, 
Cleaving the wave with pebbles like a child, 
And marking, as they rose those circles fair 
Which grew, and grew, then vanished :—but 
Oh! there I learned a moral lesson, which I'll store 
Within my bosom's deepest, inmost core! 

April, 1827. 

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