Love of beauty's looks in the late evening
hath salt of seven seas,
pricked with the furr coat in the cellar-barn,
her stumbled feet to my shipwrecked dreams,
of plucked parsley upon the sand dunes,
this world of e'ery departed look
in counting prayers thy blessings more
than what the stars in secret influence comment:
away from high heavens some shadow fell in my bed of crimson joy,
against e'ery flower upon a barren heath beside the oak,
of laurel wreath thy myrtle crown, my age-old love,
needest no darling insights to becharm the skies
of thy most high deserts above the mundane,
that crow on wings, on wings at midnight lease
thy gilded monument astounds,
a man-in-the-moon under the hedgerow of a cottage-tree.
(C) Naveed Khalid
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