Nothing in the world of mere fallacy
hath e'er exited,
that of no compare by what you think
of untread places far-off beyond the sunrise;
but in the mind of thy e'erliving memory,
full glorious sun of our common affairs
from off e'ery graceful ease,
twice by far removed from all vicissitudes of the sky
this embassage of what I write thee:
while our little john upon the sand dunes,
still my shipwrecked dreams at sunset,
of ages that are dead against the wall on high
by two lovers at equal measure apart,
be made to remember well our Lord
of hundred years from hence,
that crow's quill mourns her woe-begone days,
ere in whose departed looks,
no heart can afford so rich a wand
of laurel wreath thy myrtle crown.
(C) Naveed Khalid
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Date Created: Tuesday, December 08,2015 7: 22: 56 PM
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