Naveed Khalid Poems

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81.
A Wild Rose

The most uncolour'd of all poetry
is the ilk of Muse herself,
that by the grey-matter of my mind
has a drifting dream amiss;
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82.
Maestro, Please!

Nothing that by love of old-formed memory
To eyes so blind my reckoning days more bright
Than that forfeited dark if from a bowl of stars you drink,
This world of what in thy presence most abounds
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83.
Christmas Eve Ii

No, not least in snowflakes of winter cold,
Of furrowed fields her harvest moon to e'er melting snow;
That to my heart's forfeited first at break of day arise,
This world of what I illumine more bright
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84.
Christening

I'll not bother thee again with what I least contend,
that to my reckoning days more bright
of untamed heart's forfeited first,
too, but hurts me to think on thee
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85.
Oracle

I'll not speak to thee by what I write,
Of eyes so blind to my mind still unawares;
More blessed by what I know not,
Nor need to know what can ne'er be,
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86.
My Fair Lady

The fabric of that subtle thought I deny,
which to mind's eye still
holds perfect ceremony of words
to unending line, oft so blurred;
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87.
Twelft Night If So You Please!

When at about time two we twain parted unawares,
Whilst all the panorama of this world beside,
Save I to beweep my outcast state forlorn;
That to a land of fairies abides by thee alone,
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88.
Emerald

Methinks not in vain of what to my mind still,
I am warbling o'er his e'erlasting song,
that in thy graceful ease is more blessed
than in miseries to count I my reckoning days
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89.
Beatific

When all the better part of me to account for love
of thy most high deserts,
that by beauty more to my eyes so blind;
of virgin mother born,
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90.
Zeitgeist

While where I stood alone amidst the debris of ruined ashes,
brimming with applause of some stray thoughts,
of furrowed fields against the harvest moon;
oft marked by what I write upon the strand of still waters,
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