Naveed Khalid Poems

Not in grandiose of that horizon in deep azure,
what lies buried in a gift box of modern electra,
that by this mark'd journey of the sun alone,
a procession of stars leads the way to Beulah's night;
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What more real than this world to my sightless view,
Brings forth nothing to my mind but my own shadow;
Unless to prove thee virtuous, if not in false pretense,
I'll make believe such words of surpassing wits thy brow,
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The world that reflects not in thine eye,
what by a falling star you behold
through insensible transitions;
but which by thee no mirror can hide,
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Honey-combs in wattle and daub,
that heart-rending night
of rhyming footsteps by the sea-ashore;
while I stood at the door
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Must I break this American Dream
of thy most high deserts,
that shows not half thy part to eyes so blind,
of what all to weird in nurslings of immortality to count I
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While I had very pleasant view of the world
from where my untread feet
to eternal bliss in waking hour;
of untamed heart's forfeited first in nursling of immortality,
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My boy, let this waking hour pass ere you know
of scarlet-jewels that masonry's night,
amidst the heraclitean moutain at the salt-beach mine;
sticks out his head like a soring thumb impression
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From among the tree-tops to heaven's high bower,
under the cottage-hill by the sea-ashore,
amidst autumn leaves in the mellowing year of spring;
the sun in deep azure to eyes so blind,
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All too well framed in the back of my mind,
What still hangs in the bosom of my shop;
And of posting no need my love to claim,
That more be rehearsed after me thy name:
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What needest thou my fair of eclipsed doom
to bloody tyrant time,
of untread places far-off her vacant looks more bright,
that in the ocean sink where all graces abide by a hawthorn,
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