Naveed Khalid Poems

Need not I to e'er think on thee,
that in silent hours of the night,
tinged with stars of old in full-bright summer;
has a hold me height in heaven's high bower,
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Thus, they took me o'er like I knew not who I am,
a quick sand against the world
of eclipsed doom to bloody tyrant time;
still I seek to write how I used to be,
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Wilt thou not for folly's sake, say I,
e'er sustain me on wings?
that in timeless treasure abounds;
of crow's quill my shipwrecked dreams
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Ah, so I spake my fair love to thee in worn-out time,
that in tempest beats of untamed heart and cold
hath rent this world of cherubim Wing,
of untread places far-off beyond the sunrise,
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I could see her sit still by the dull lake,
edged upon the horizon in deep azure,
all mascara of her eyes to places far-off;
that remotely old village in the background,
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This world of drifting dream amiss
in my retiring room,
hath lost all charm in thee;
not least can e'er illumine my darkened days
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Then, forsworn of such thought that happy I
of virtuous pen born,
ere in the morning dew her eyes be wet;
a broccoli beneath the bed of crimson joy,
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No dark this world can e'er illumine,
erased of looks so fair to my mind still
in wild ecstasy of pure heaven;
of what the stars in secret influence comment
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No thought so insidious that to my mind still,
begets the wind of her apparels in spring,
half so off-hand at Minerva's golden brow,
of unhindered scope this world beside
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I'll not go by that man-in-the moon,
of whom they say not I,
ah, but by thy age-old love,
unawares of the world around my head,
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