Thus, this world that shows not half thy part,
Of ages that are dead to my reckoning days more bright
Than that forfeited dark with pen-pricked angels,
Away from out of sight to my mind still
That day of unaltered eye in Hades of a star,
Of another rent at midnight lease in waking hour:
I behold against all odds, all vicissitudes of the sky,
A phantom of chalice wings in delirium departed,
Much too rendered in age-old grey at break of day arise
E'ery flower upon a barren heath from earth's infernal grave,
Of laurel wreath thy myrtle crown, beguiled of looks so fair;
Oft break loose their oars to thee under the canopy of a hut,
So sickening to the bones, my love, of eyes so blind
Hath brought me to this end through hurtlings of past woe.
(C) Naveed Khalid
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Date Created: Friday, November 28,2014 5: 08: 22 PM
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