Ringlets-O-Ringlets Poem by Naveed Khalid

Wherefore oft I beget in solemn or strain this dull rhyme
of broken mast-shaft at north,
needest not e'ery flower upon a barren heath,
this world of my shipwrecked dreams,
fills me with thy most high deserts,
of laurel wreath thy myrtle crown!
against e'ery fair to count in prayers,
of what the stars in secret influence comment:
at midnight lease in white bier to brave thine holy eyen:
love of beauty's looks but desireth increase;
of fair weather days in the mellowing spring,
her stealing charms bereft of sight in my bed of crimson joy;
past woes made new away from high heavens,
the Eagle on wings, on wings o'er the horizon in deep azure
hath spread some leaves in autumn by the riverside,
apart from where you tread the mundane shell,
beside the oak in nurslings of immortality,
our little john still musing o'er the dale,
of plucked parsley, pricked with a furr coat upon the sand dunes,
not least of human vulgarities be part to play a hunch for the parade,
her stumbled feet of untread places far-off beyond the sunrise
hath brought back home a maddening crowd in a split of hair,
rest content be oblivion of a host among daffodils,
more temperate than darling buds of may,
that man-in-the-moon under the Archangel's brow.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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