Toru Dutt,
A Sheaf Gleaned in French Fields
(1880)
“ Rapidly riding. Sombre and severe His look. The thunderous gallop of his steed Raises a dust-cloud, and his silver arms, Struck by the sunbeams, through the olive groves Send lightning scintillations near and far. He darts at us a scrutinising glance As he rides past, while thoughtfully I muse— Lo, here is Sparta, here is Greece entire, A slave, a tyrant, ruins and bright flowers! ”
