Midnight Summer Camp Poem by Naveed Khalid

Nothing that by sight hath e'er mov'd me more,
But you alone in whose hands this sun,
The world's eye is lit by a hallow'd fire;
Not to say that I in those blessing hours
Hath ever found solace in love of thee,
That in my rhyme all things of beauty at thy feet,
Be no more than what I always desire,
While so rich my muse, needst no poetry;
Nor of such Poet by whose great mind,
Many are at his expense in a waking dream;
And that summer! you walk'd out of the barn,
A loitering star, burns in haystack of woods.

(C)Naveed Khalid

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Date: Friday, June 07,2013 2: 26: 24 PM

Title Revised from: Midnight Summer To A Midnight Summer Camp