Elegy Ii Poem by Naveed Khalid

Of compassed ark by the sea-ashore
that bright-lit mirror,
too, but shows not half thy part,
so thinly wrapped around my head
of laurel wreath thy myrtle crown,
much too rendered in age-old grey my mind
under the Archangel's brow see I,
her beauty's belligerent smile to a close afraid:
above the mantle piece where the picture hangs o'er the wall on high,
of my shipwrecked dreams in nurslings of immortality;
a sail-boat beside the west wind in autumn,
that carries me places far-off beyond the sunrise,
of furrowed fields against the harvest moon at Matilda's farm,
for one look on love to the lark at break of day arise,
covered with snow this world of thy most high deserts,
of eyes so blind that crow's quill thy gilded monument astounds.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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