Sabahat Batool Poet Rhyme

Evening

O beauteous eve in hamlet's meads! 
Thy magic lores all us enthrall
You are the breath of forest weeds
You are the angels airy call

I see the dusky sky and trees
They all with soul of nature breath
Wild daisies blood from veins squeeze
And doth so forlorn lonesome heath

The smoke that rised from the yards
Calls ancient stories in our minds
Which told in books by heavens Lord
That all one in thy mystery finds

The trees whisper in holy dread
While lakes and rivulets sing and flow
In woods the blooms in comfort sleep
Then curtains drop on magic show

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Triny Xiang May 9, 2023 at 7:52 AM I can feel the meadows of Arden in your poem. I like your use of Old English such as mead and eve. If only we could keep the curtain open to mystery a bit longer. But then, that's the price Adam and Eve paid for knowledge. Your poetry is beautiful as ever. Sabahat Batool May 10, 2023 at 10:12 PM Loads of Thanks. Your words shows that you are the lover of nature, dales, hills and meads but you are even more passionate lover of the world of myth and Lord. It's superb the way how you feel the echo of Meadows of Arden