Pageantry Poem by Naveed Khalid

What beauty's use shall I make of thee
that of no compare
her Cherubim Wing in wanting looks,
more bright in wild ecstasy of pure heaven,
no eyes can see my love at sunset of the evening sky,
that rose in whose light my reckoning days
of withered leaves in autumn by the graveside,
this world of waking dream:
hath rent at midnight lease
e'ery flower upon a barren heath,
no dark can e'er illumine my shipwrecked dreams,
that by the sweat of thy brow to e'er melting snow
along the pavement of cow parsley,
of eyes so blind that man-in-the-moon
under the hedgerow of a cottage-tree,
that crow's quill beside, of broken mast-shaft at north.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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