When oft eclipsed of looks so fair, my mind
brings forth nothing but to my sightless view
this world, of virgin-mother born, more beautiful
than e'ery fig leaf upon the golden bough;
I compare to a summer's day, so blind of thee,
of more love to my eyes, thy lady fair,
of spilt words from a bowl of stars to drink;
to fill my heart with what I least contend,
you in thy abundance, full many a roses spread,
where I my feet hath tread, unmoved, unconquered,
thy age-old monument stands still at Darien Peak!
(C) Naveed Khalid
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Date Created: Tuesday, April 29,2014 5: 13: 54 PM
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