Naveed Khalid Poems

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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I am in two minds with equal measure apart,
From what I think on thee;
That none has enough wits to prove
What oft I deny thee most,
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Where that bed of crimson joy in favour with the star
Of thy most high deserts,
Under the hedgerow of a cottage-tree,
that still abides by thee alone, my love
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(On Writings of Mary & Charles Lamb)

When oft I find you hid from the common eye,
And not in a drag of suspended consciousness,
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I ne'er knew that heart-rending night
of his far-fetch'd sky;
and what by love this world,
oft so stirring in stillness of the mind,
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When touch'd by the choir of heaven, my heart beats,
And muses sing from the elysium of thy last abode,
A song of songs for one that goes missing in my rhymes;
That no time can tell by what lines so old, withered,
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No dark that by dark can bewail the night,
That by love more bright e'ery fig leaf in autumn wind;
To heaven-ward bent that waking star, illumines the world,
Of ages that are dead under the Archangel's brow,
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Who hath ever lived to see
such dreams of wild ecstasy?
that in the mirror of thine eyes
this house of show would never end;
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No more by what you think I can ne'er know,
Such subtle thought in reverse reflexion,
That by e'ery fair face you still behold,
And to my mind hath weaved
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Still I can behold that leafless tree in autumn,
That e'ery falling word against a star in the vaulted sky,
Oft goes unchecked by the world in rustle of the wind,
Such soft murmurings in season's smooth-sailing rhyme,
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