The Emerald Isle Ii Poem by Naveed Khalid

(On Yeats' 'Tower of Thoorballylee')

Me not on sure footings to beget her charms,
fore'er watchful at midnight lease,
of untread places far-off beyond the sunrise;
above the archway, that to my mind still
through the window-pane o'er the wall on high,
opes a garden unto my unweird eyen, unused to flow!
a yellow-tinged star of thy most high deserts,
that by the sweat of thy brow in heaven's high bower:
all the panorama of this world beside,
blows the trumpet-horn in tempest beats of wild ecstasy,
of whom, they say, not I in revery of sublime feeling
that crow's quill of compass'd ark at sunset of the evening sky,
barred of e'ery fair in deep azure under the canopy of a hut,
that day of e'er melting snow to eternal bliss upon the sand dunes,
of such stirred looks a fleeting shadow by the west-wind in autumn,
ere I write thee, sweet maid, against bloody tyrant time.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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