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;
but soon as you depart from what is writ,
all colours fade away in thin air,
except one of yours, darker the better;
and in my heart so rich a rose,
all heaven, all kingdom of love,
I'll by such wilderness of thought
bring along at thy feet.
(C) Naveed Khalid
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Date Created: Thursday, June 27,2013 6: 12: 09 PM
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very beautiful.. and in my heart so rich a rose, all heaven, all kingdom of love, I'll by such wilderness of thought bring along at thy feet.