Bellsha Beacon Poem by Naveed Khalid

Bellsha Beacon

Of what hath pass'd o'er in a twilight
dream,
rest content be oblivion of a host
in the backyard of my garden,
e'ery flower upon a barren heath,
away from heaven's high bower:
of eyes so blind my shipwrecked dreams,
needest no dark that by dark bewails the night
under the hedgerow of a cottage-tree,
awakes but a wonder in thine holy eyen!
this world that shows not half thy part, my love,
of snow-capped myrtle at Minerva's golden brow,
I could see our little john musing o'er the dale,
beside the bed of oak with pen-pricked angels,
that star of burning goblet in the rainforest,
still shines bright along the pavement of cow parsley.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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