Christmas Eve Ii Poem by Naveed Khalid

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
To my love so blind in Hades of a star,
A foul fawning bay at my door bewails the night:
Of ages that are dead through hurtlings of past woe,
Oft marked by vague impressions of poetry,
E'ery flower upon a barren heath in my bed of crimson joy,
Of our dear old folks most eloquent other in waking hour,
This embassage of what I write to that day of unaltered eye.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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