Naveed Khalid Poems

No such thought hath ever escaped my mind,
that by time I write before you think so;
and in this blessed innocence of thy presence,
which if be loved by thy journey through the world,
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See not I thy fair interlocks
of golden tress her hair,
that thy story unfold
many a star-lit nights,
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Nothing in the world that by a shadow, my love,
Under the bower by thatch-eaves is run,
That to me my Lord hath revealed;
And not a mark in the moon-lit star
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Of fealty's Apollo at my door this world
from sullen earth arise, arise,
the reality of yore battered things,
like to the lark at break of day my shipwrecked dreams,
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The three lines of Indian Hierarchy
mark on my forehead
the beginning of my father's dream.
It all start'd from the Cambridge River,
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Needest not I love's hired wit to marvel long expired antiquity
of thy age-old monument, my age-old love,
reigns o'er all else in eternal silences by the green knoll
from valley's wild in the fabric of daydreams, ah, song!
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What needest I of churl bones the reality
of yore battered things,
be more subtle than e'ery looking glass
that shows not half thy part,
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Of chiseled bones thy iron frame
is carved of stones,
needs not in mournful numbers
e'ery skipped beat of my pulse
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On Raptures of Sight)

That fair youth whose pulse still runs through my vein,
His golden hair, so thinly wrapped around my head;
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Of wild hunches at midnight lease
e'ery flower upon a barren heath,
needest not in nurslings of immortality,
thy iron car at Matilda's farm,
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