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

Sonnet ("Death! my best friend..."

Death! my best friend, if thou dost open the door. 
The gloomy entrance to a sunnier world. 
It boots not when my being's scene is furled, 
So thou canst aught like vanished bliss restore 
I vainly call on thee, for Fate the more 
Her bolts hurls down as she has ever hurled 
And in my war with her. I've felt, and feel 
Grief's path cut to my heart by misery's steel 
But man's eternal energies can make 
An atmosphere around him, and so take 
Good out of evil, like the yellow bee 
That sucks from flowers malignant, a sweet treasure — 
O tyrant FateI thus shall I vanquish thee, 
For out of suffering shall I gather pleasure. 

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