This world that by looking more to my mind still
of another rent at midnight lease;
a far-fetched sky of e'ery flower upon a barren heath,
beset against time's waking hour
of thy unattended presence,
that in favour with the star of thy most high deserts,
oft blinds the eye through e'ery pouring shadow
than to illumine more bright, my love
of fair forms from thy fairest brow,
uneclipsed of wanton tapestry at thy throne:
of plumed hat-on-knees in ruffled feathers,
twice by far removed from thee such darling insights;
unlooked for love my Lord's light ere thine unweird eye,
more temperate than darling buds of May.
(C) Naveed Khalid
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