Naveed Khalid Poems

Then, that you see not, too, can fill the page
of eyes so blind, my love, to illumine more bright
than by what I write of ages that are dead,
that this world with what I least contend,
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This that you know not by what cruel hand or eye,
that in age-old love of worn-out time,
sticks out his head through the staircase window
of a wall on high, above the archway;
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Love's trance goes soaring high,
that thou hast set the clock a-going,
a-going, a-going...., forwards bent;
against time's timeless hours, O eternity!
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This is not love that by love you deny,
Nor what in my thought I can ne'er comprehend,
Hath left no impression of poetry whatsoe'er;
And I feel I am in love, bound by thee,
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Thus, I so spake that in my retiring room
e'ery looking glass that shows not half thy part,
of untamed heart's forfeited first in winter cold
to that day of unaltered eye I still behold
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O horrible, horrible awhile but to think on thee,
Of e'ery wanton look to morning's pure serene,
That in worn-out time to precious minutes waste;
I still hold dear with what I least contend,
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(Inspired by William Blake's painting:
The Great Red Dragon and the Woman Clothed in Sun)

O ye tell me not in mournful numbers of world forlorn,
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No thought so insidious that in grey matter of the mind,
of unhindered scope this world beside
to eternal bliss at midnight lease in waking hour;
I still behold in false pretense to vague impressions
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Let us not stretch this tale too long,
and where the threads of thought go unchecked;
nor I can weave what is in your mind;
but quite unawares of such suddenness,
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What in words thy Muse hath brought to light
is but by thy heavenly stars inspir'd,
which for enough too long thy mirror hath served;
that without my reflection, a lasting gaze
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