Not least by what you think in false assumptions
of the mind,
that by thought of no other to e'ery departed look,
thy argument more great to prove thee virtuous
against all odds, all vicissitudes of the sky this world;
that in whose love of ethereal Wing in wild ecstasy
of pure heaven my shipwrecked dreams,
hath rent at midnight lease of eyes so blind
in dismal shades of age-old grey beyond the sunrise,
e'ery flower upon a barren heath in the late evening,
that shows not half thy part at Minerva's golden brow!
against bright-lit mirror of thy most high deserts,
unto the stars in secret influence comment,
of snow-capped myrtle beside the oak,
that man-in-the-moon by the sweat of thy brow,
needest no such darling insights in my bed of crimson joy.
(C) Naveed Khalid
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