Naveed Khalid Poems

O ye say not that I hath lived in vain
against bloody tyrant time,
e'ery mortal look to that forfeited dark,
I still hold dear with what I least contend
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Then, this world that to a land of fairies abides,
That to my well-contented day be still
Of unnerved blood in vein to old-formed memory,
Much too less of what I thought, contented least
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What great things of the mind,
I bring forth out of sight,
Are not of sense impression made;
But shut out in fathom-five,
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What I can bring to the surface of a page,
is far too less drown'd in a drop of tear,
dried of ink; than what in fathom-five hath sunk,
too deep for woe to tell thee of thy tale;
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Some stroke of unnerved blood in vein,
a rupture wild from out of no where
that through studded feelings arise
to a perplexity of interlocked assumptions,
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When e'ery fair face that I behold
in summer's prime,
and with disdainful look her eyes
I most despise,
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Must I speak to thee of my mind,
that from a vanished sight this world
needs no witness of time before I go,
nor not a world before or hereafter
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Mere beauty of such looks that haunts the text,
That in thy unattended presence to my eyes so blind,
Oft breaks the dream through e'ery pouring shadow;
This world of what I write to my love,
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O ye in whose enchanting slogans of disparity
e'ery fig leaf in autumn wind,
oft in precious minutes waste by Poet's pen,
of what I write to my eyes so blind,
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I can ne'er know by what cruel hand or eye,
what worst time of the year to that day of morning's pure serene,
I behold my love that grows to eternal bliss;
that of erased looks this world to my mind still
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