Of revealed looks at midnight lease this world,
shows not the least part of thee,
full blown pride of her glorious days be made new
of thought so insidious in autumn;
filled with stars of thy most high deserts,
cup-shelled leaves on white swan's ethereal Wing,
beside the oak, first falling winter snow!
fell from myrtle in my bed of crimson joy
hath her night-long love in the grey evening;
while they led me through the door of rosemary garden,
in subtle reality of the mind my shipwrecked dreams:
the sun of our common affairs away from high heavens!
needest not in nurslings of immortality that man-in-the-moon,
I could see him tending the flocks upon the sand dunes,
half-measured looks from afar in rose-coloured glasses,
threw a nous of light in thy presence alone,
e'ery flower upon a barren heath the wall on high,
cow's shed in summer's prime by thatch-eaves is run,
of crowqui'l such darling buds of may, our little john,
awakes me from slumbers deep under the Archangel's brow.
(C) Naveed Khalid
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Date Created: 27 July,2016.3: 35 P.M
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