Henry Louis Vivian Derozio

(18 April 1809 – 26 December 1831 / Kolkata / India)

The Harp Of India - Poem by Henry Louis Vivian Derozio

Why hang'st thou lonely on yon withered bough?
Unstrung for ever, must thou there remain;
Thy music once was sweet - who hears it now?
Why doth the breeze sigh over thee in vain?
Silence hath bound thee with her fatal chain;
Neglected, mute, and desolate art thou,
Like ruined monument on desert plain:
O! many a hand more worthy far than mine
Once thy harmonious chords to sweetness gave,
And many a wreath for them did Fame entwine
Of flowers still blooming on the minstrel's grave:
Those hands are cold - but if thy notes divine
May be by mortal wakened once again,
Harp of my country, let me strike the strain!


Comments about The Harp Of India by Henry Louis Vivian Derozio

  • (12/6/2018 9:45:00 PM)


    What a marvellous poem! It inspires me. May be by mortal wakened once again Harp of my country let me strike the strain - quite unparalleled patriotic strike! (Report) Reply

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  • Petals Azureblue (12/6/2018 9:28:00 PM)


    A fresh breath of air is this classic poem.... (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (12/6/2018 11:45:00 AM)


    'Thy music once was sweet'! !

    Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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  • Muzahidul Reza (12/6/2018 11:15:00 AM)


    Neglected, mute, and desolate art thou, ..... this is full of sentiment and sentimental theme on the background of reminder large past green field with poetic arts and appeal (Report) Reply

  • Savita Tyagi (12/6/2018 8:32:00 AM)


    With poets like these India would never hang its harp. This poem is so beautiful and full with love for India. (Report) Reply

  • Adrian Flett (12/6/2018 3:04:00 AM)


    A well written sonnet, the poet is the voice of 'my country' (Report) Reply

  • Bernard F. Asuncion (12/6/2018 12:53:00 AM)


    Such a great write by Henry Louis Vivian Derozio...................... (Report) Reply

  • Ramesh T A (12/6/2018 12:22:00 AM)


    This poem inspires the greatness of India once again in this beautiful and sweet Sonnet form! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 2, 2010



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