What is that you think I can ne'er know
Of beauty's use this world?
That I by such secret influence comment,
Oft marked by vague impressions of poetry;
E'ery fair from thy fairest brow,
Too shall but fade with e'ery fading eye
Against that rose to my e'er living memory:
My love to define by what I write,
More blessed be in this waking hour
Than if from a deeper thought I rehearse,
Needest no witness in thy name
To a star-lit night that shows not half-thy part.
(C) Naveed Khalid
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