How unmov'd by time thy age-old monument
Stands still the same at Darien Peak!
How unconquer'd thy triumphant beams
In summer's sun, everyday arise!
Pourest love through veins of autumn leaves,
Venice hath her golden bow in the trees,
Blush'd roses melt in lover's breath;
Violet blues in the ocean green sink
Small orange skies in the late evening,
And laid to rest in bed of oak- -sleep!
When worldly dreams begin,
How blest by thy sight,
Are unchain'd from the stars!
A private door opens unto the
Backyard of thy garden,
Wherein bluebells hang
By the windowsill of an Old House:
Lord! that our most esteem'd Poet
Is remembered well,
Must we love him forever more;
But where the time goes uncheck'd
In Greek fable or allegory,
Our picturesque story tell
Of the moon-lit wedded night.
(C) Naveed Khalid
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