Vine-Ivy Poem by Naveed Khalid

Vine-Ivy



Of freshly sown seeds that grow and wither
in time's waste,
that in silent hours of the night,
the feet that I hath tread;
of unhindered scope to think on thee,
that by thought alone thy mind,
pours forth in e'erything beyond the sunrise
to that day of unaltered eye:
else by the west-wind in autumn,
oft goes unchecked at sunset the of the evening sky,
my love of thy most high deserts,
that in the mellowing year of spring
e'ery flower upon a barren heath,
too deep for woe by the sweat of thy brow
under the hedgerow of a cottage-tree,
that crow's quill beside,
of foul fawning bay at my door,
lost in the twilight of waking hour,
some dry leaves of book in rosemary garden.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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Date Created: Wednesday, September 30,2015 1: 34: 08 PM

Wednesday, September 30, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: plants
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