A Cottage Hill At Makatea Poem by Naveed Khalid

The Poet in whose light my love hath fled
Away from out of sight with so many lovely things;
That in fair aspect of cold repose to the setting sun,
Unaccounted for what to my mind still
Of another rent at midnight lease in waking hour,
Oft I bring to the page of eyes so blind,
Of whom, they say, in a smudge of colours dissolve
All my woe in dismal shades of age-old grey;
Apart from all the panorama of this world
Against the wall on high, above the archway
Through the staircase window of a chapel,
I could see e'ery flower upon a barren heath;
Uneclipsed of e'ery fair from thy fairest brow,
Too soon shall fade in Rosemary garden
Under the hedgerow of a cottage-tree,
Where sparrows make their nest by the crow's quill;
While brooding o'er the dale to a falling star,
Of golden tress his hair upon the strand of still waters;
The hand that writ in solemn strain this barren rhyme,
More blest of ages that are dead in hurtlings of past woe.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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Date Created: Wednesday, October 01,2014 9: 52: 19 PM
Thursday, October 02,2014 10: 53: 22 AM

*Title Revisited: A Cottage-Hill To A Cottage-Hill At Makatea

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