Nightingale's Song I - Poem by Naveed Khalid
That beaker full of heart's desire can never fill,
For as long as there are stars in the sky,
Or men on earth live by thy waking dream;
Nor no one can ever escape thy love,
But when I, for whom thou hast thrown
Thy silken net, behold my fair lady
Against the sun, her eyes of night-long love
In winter's cold, are wash'd away by clouds of rain;
Are still two ingots of burning gold,
Into which thou pourest thy love of coral made,
Of honey-dew, that breathes in my ears
The song of eternal silences, O Nightingale!
Sing to me at heaven's throne above,
Whose wings of poesy are stretch'd across
Every living being so far and wide:
They're made of nothing but love, sweet love,
That one last look of thine is enough for that boy,
For meeting of the minds, sing upon an ancient lore!
Whence a titan of dust shall raise someday again,
And our divided love shall know no bounds.
(C) Naveed Khalid
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Date Created: Wednesday, July 11,2012 2: 12: 53 PM
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