(A Manx Muse)
Thus, by far more this world to my sightless view,
Holds but a mirror that shows not half thy part of unattended presence,
Oft leaves me in dismay e'ery flower upon a barren heath,
That in solemn strain this deserted rhyme
Of thy most high deserts, unaccounted for love,
More bright than e'ery fig leaf in autumn wind
As marigold upon a clover-top hangs ere thine unweird eye:
Full rich content of thy graceful ease in waking hour
To prove thee virtuous against all odds, all vicissitudes of the sky,
Unlooked for love my Lord's light through e'ery pouring shadow,
That to my mind still of another rent in hurtlings of past woe.
(C)Naveed Khalid
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Date Created: Saturday, August 09,2014 4: 52: 51 PM
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