By Michael Madhusudhan Dutt
I heard the gun, Time’s warning tongue
In accents rough, loud and strong
Declared the birth of day;
I looked around and saw dark night
Retiring at the approach of light
To regions far away:
The night cloud ‘neath Aurora’s eye
Were melting in the half lit sky;
The moon still lingered there,
The tuneful minstrels of the grove
Were chanting sweet their rays of love
To the infant morning fair
I rose; but Oh! Methought my heart
Would break from loved one to part
Nor would let me go:
The light now entered hold the room,
And drove away the friendly gloom,
Night’s remnant sole below,
I kissed her; and with many a sigh,
And tears descending from her eye,
She softly bade me “adieu”!
O with an aching heart and brain
I look my way thro’ fields and glen
besprinkled with the dew.
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