(A Tribute To The Queen)
by Naveed Khalid
Not least in precise measure to account for love
of thy most high deserts,
where but the scope of things most abounds;
that in thy unattended presence alone,
I find myself away from out of sight,
a shadowless nothing, so off-hand to my mind still,
a false pretense to vague impressions:
oft I seek to write by what I can see not
to that forfeited dark more bright
than e'ery fair from thy fairest brow,
a feathered pen hath writ to thy gracious muse,
twice by far removed from thee my Lord's light.
(C) Naveed Khalid
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Date Created: Friday, November 07,2014 7: 56: 47 PM