Love's trance goes soaring high,
that thou hast set the clock a-going,
a-going, a-going...., forwards bent;
against time's timeless hours, O eternity!
when oft with such tender grace
in a cloud-couch you lie,
that lovers would love to die:
the odds stand still witness
to thy sensual fault,
all women know
how to love thee evermore
as long as the stars
are connected to thy Godhead,
and move upon their pre-destin'd path;
not go uncheck'd by thy curious eye,
no one can e'er go astray;
nor no fears of science
can hold thee back from walking
the walk of ethereal dreams,
O ye rider of the skies!
(C) Naveed Khalid
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Date Created: Tuesday, July 03,2012 11: 10: 29 PM
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