(A Tribute To Carpe Diem)
What is this? that of erased looks to my mind still
I am looking, looking through e'ery pouring shadow,
Away from what you hide from eternals,
This world that shows not half thy part;
But blind of what I write her eyes do see,
My love of fair form from thy fairest brow,
Uneclipsed of wanton tapestry at thy throne:
The prince of light! by e'ery fig leaf in autumn wind,
Alone hath raised me to this day of unaltered eye;
Where least I find, more is less than thy blessed presence,
That this empty mirror much too rendered in age-old grey
Of thy most high deserts, against time's waking hour.
(C) Naveed Khalid
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Date Created: Tuesday, August 12,2014 6: 11: 55 PM
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