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

Romeo and Juliet

   "Oh Love! what is it in this world of our's 
   That makes it fatal to be loved?" 
      Don Juan, Can. 3.

I thought upon their fate, and wept; and then 
   Came to my mind the silent hour of night, 
The hour which lovers love, and long for, when 
   Their young impassioned souls feel that delight 
Which Love's first dream bestows.—How Juliet's ear 
Drank every soft word of her Cavalier! 
And how, when his departing hour drew nigh, 
She fondly called him back to her!—Oh! why 
Did she then call him back ?—It is the same 
With all whom love may dwell with ; but the flame 
Within their breasts was a consuming fire; 
'Twas passion's essence; it was something higher
Than aught that life presents ; it was above 
All that we see—'twas all we dream of love. 

April, 1827.

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