House Martin Ii Poem by Naveed Khalid

House Martin II

When death's toll is too high
against bloody tyrant time,
of e'ery parting look this world
to a land of fairies abides by thee alone,
that to my mind still my shipwrecked dreams
of love-sick thought on thee by the sea-ashore,
too deep for woe in vain words thy spell to cast out
of honey-bees in the bower:
oft marked by what I write beyond the sunrise,
I behold that crow's quill at the pedestal of thy throne,
more bright than e'ery fair from thy fairest brow,
of furrowed fields in the harvest moon;
along the pavement of cow parsley in e'er melting snow,
to my eyes so blind upon the sand dunes of golden tress his hair,
scarlet-jewels of masonary's night through the staircase window of the wall,
still in autumn leaves unfold a dust-covered page of thy book,
away from out of sight in Hades of a star,
the Eagle on wings by the countryside
that day of unaltered eye thy gilded monument astounds.

(C)Naveed Khalid

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