Beehive Poem by Naveed Khalid

Not by words that in weeds grow,
A plant of mandrake roots hath spill'd,
Poison'd the ear, the heart, the mind;
Most sickening our desire to hear
Thy voice from out of nothing,
And pours forth so deep a woe
In hilarious intoxication of magic powers:
When you transform the purple sky
By thy golden cherubim wings,
Heaven sings, and all the world with him
Goes mad about thy love
Of honey-bees in the bower.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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Date Created: Tuesday, December 11,2012 12: 53: 40 AM
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