Let beauty of such looks be more
Than what in the world I behold;
More against my pen to prove,
That oft in praise of thine eye,
Worthy be of writing well;
And what in my verse is hid
Away from out of sight,
Has his love of woe-begott'n dream,
Where but all else is in vain
Except what in my mind you weave,
This fine thread of subtle thought,
I, too, can slumber on with thee alone.
(C) Naveed Khalid
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* Wordsworth's misty peak
Date Created: Tuesday, October 08,2013 2: 55: 29 PM
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