Naveed Khalid Poems

See! how autumn leaves by the wind
in age-old garden wither;
and unsettl'd page upon,
these stars with love are scatter'd
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If only I could tell thee how I feel
for thy love,
I would not have to write;
nor you'd read with much difficulty
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When oft the sun from nowhere arise,
Of what in beauty's look but you suffice,
That I can ne'er be, thy love no more;
Nor by what capacity of Poet's mind,
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What use this verse that by reading,
oft by a shadow goes blind;
but which by eyes is writ thrice
before all hath vanished from sight,
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Where that bed of crimson joy in favour with the star
Of thy most high deserts,
Under the hedgerow of a cottage-tree,
that still abides by thee alone, my love
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(On Writings of Mary & Charles Lamb)

When oft I find you hid from the common eye,
And not in a drag of suspended consciousness,
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I ne'er knew that heart-rending night
of his far-fetch'd sky;
and what by love this world,
oft so stirring in stillness of the mind,
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When touch'd by the choir of heaven, my heart beats,
And muses sing from the elysium of thy last abode,
A song of songs for one that goes missing in my rhymes;
That no time can tell by what lines so old, withered,
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No dark that by dark can bewail the night,
That by love more bright e'ery fig leaf in autumn wind;
To heaven-ward bent that waking star, illumines the world,
Of ages that are dead under the Archangel's brow,
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Who hath ever lived to see
such dreams of wild ecstasy?
that in the mirror of thine eyes
this house of show would never end;
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