Faded Glory Poem by Naveed Khalid

No, not least by what you think I can ne'er know,
of subverting looks that unending night,
something to separate by half thy days be spent;
of unhindered scope this world forlorn,
too, but corrupts the mind of eyes so blind by beauty more,
that waking star at sunset of the evening sky,
of what for all too long besmeared with time,
that perfect ecstasy in heaven's high bower:
see! how against the picture I behold, e'er nigh,
still abides by thee alone in nurslings of immortality,
withered dry leaves of book by the west wind in autumn,
away from out of sight by weeds that grow upon the sand dunes,
to e'er melting snow in the mirror of thine holy eyen,
ah, but to wonder at thy golden brow between her lip and desire,
shows not half thy part of foul fawning bay at my door,
that crow's quill beside, my love, of ages that are dead;
Ophelia too hath her charms upon the watery mien,
ay, pebbles and stones in the ocean sink,
besate upon the stone of Bohan by the dull lake,
of feathered pen hath writ this embassage by the sea-ashore.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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