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

Song: From an Unpublished Manuscript Poem.


The roe that on the mountain dwells, 
   Or threads the thicket wide, 
Is blest with all of bliss, for still 
   Her hart is by her side. 
Together o'er the hills they bound, 
  Together o'er the fields, 
Together share each spotless joy 
   That bounteous nature yields. 
When yonder orb with golden disk 
   Wends home, as he doth now, 
Or in the wave doth gently lave 
   His glory-circled brow; 
Oh! then they both with lightsome foot 
   Go bounding to one lair, 
Whate'er betide, or shade or shine, 
   Together everywhere! 


Through blackest skies the fond dove flies, 
   Nor fears the shafts of fate; 
Though winter raves, the blast she braves, 
   For with her flies her mate. 
Oh! there's the hallowed charm that brings 
   Such solace to the dove, 
And that alone's the spell that makes 
   Her life a life of love.

The timid roe hath e'en a haunt, 
   The turtle-dove a nest; 
And each a mate to share her fate, 
   But I've nor love nor rest. 
These could not brook the mortal pang 
   To leave their dearest part, 
For day by day they'd pine away— 
   Then why not break, my heart? 

Now Hope and Fear alternately 
   Their empire o'er me hold; 
And worse, my sire would have me share 
   A villain's woes and gold. 
I would I were a zephyr light 
   To pass my loved-one by, 
To breathe upon him as I past, 
   And, passing, softly die. 
I would I were an elfin sprite, 
   I'd ride the May moonbeams 
To guard my lover night by night, 
   And flit into his dreams. 
If e'en I were a little flower 
   To bloom upon his breast, 
'Twere bliss to live there one sweet hour, 
   Then—droop to lasting rest! 

January, 1827. 

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