Heath
O ancient forlorn lonesome heath!
O thou that saddest jewel sells!
O Hardy's favorite rustic god !
In heart of world Thy phantom dwells
I can see in thine ancient heart
Where Tess her Sorrow for thee brought
O tell me Nature's lofty Dell
Had thou for him a cradle brought
I pined to see one in this world
The luckiest one the Earth begot
But what I saw in glooms of woods
The tearful page of book of lot
I fear thee ancient eye of Earth
I fear the hearts that with thee burn
I fear the fate of beauteous lass!
I fear who on time not return
O that the story of her love
Thy hand could write on Grecian urn
Thy herbs and shrubs, O nature's pub
With trees all sing a hymn Divine
All stars and moon on sky that dwell
They in thy lakes and rivulets shine
Here sings the cuckoo in such Glee
As he hath drunk the Bacchus wine
Oh Williams comrade, Coleridge friend,!
To dwell in thy heart I'll pine
All wished to breath in thy fresh breeze
That filled with scent of Eden blooms
They whisper by the banks of lake
They dance in greeny grassy glooms
Thy withering sedge, O knight at arms
And Hamlet's lass that picks the flowers
I see in thy heart luckless babe
The Theban king till final hours
O heath, Thou hand of callous fate
O vale of death o teary tale
I see the angels on thy sky
I see the people who their wail
O nature's eye, Thou nature's myth
A thousand stories thou unfold
Of saints Of hermits who love Him
And sing His hymns in heat, in cold
For birds that chirp, For wind that sings
Thou art a sacred temp of God
Thou dipped in magic hues of dusk
Thou beauteous art of Eden's Lord
Sabahat Batool
Copyright © Sabahat Batool | Year Posted 2023
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