Thus, so spake I her voice in still waters by the riverside, be lowly laid at the gallows of thy feet, some unspoken word of long ago that half-baked masonry's night, so well writ in book of numbers e'ery flower upon a barren heath, the clock that tells time in the late evening; a cottage-tree beside the oak, a table, a bed of crimson joy; the wall on high my shipwrecked dreams, needest not her enchanting slogans of disparity: this sad account of love upon the sand dunes; still wed to my thought her departed looks in haystack of woods, thy iron car at Matilda's farm, marked with a hallowed sun but of late, fair weather days in the mellowing spring, arise, arise; then, this world of unread assumptions in subtle reality of the mind, be my only woe of what the stars in secret influence comment, away from high heavens, a broken mast-shaft at north, darkly lit in thy abode under the Archangel's brow, more temperate than darling buds of may in rosemary garden, pricked with a furr coat in the cellar-barn of seventy winters have thy November, fell from myrtle that day of unaltered eye my sweet scented letters.
(C)Naveed Khalid
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