Summoning
Memory! did you not command my heart to pursue The hour youth was crowned with jocund cheer? When on my brow there bloomed a passion new And vows' bright torch illumed the budding year. I chased the kites upon the windswept plain, Their flashy wings did mock the vault on high; While piping reeds gave forth a pastoral strain, And time stood still beneath the summer sky. Lo! on the hills the sighing tempests spoke, I heard the lore of shepherds, they told of old; And when the viol through the silence broke, Its trembling voice was richer than pure gold. Though feasts have fled, and rustic songs decay, Their echoes live and haunt my soul today. ---Affaq #ArtistAffaqNaibe #AuthorAffaqNaibe #PoetryByAffaqNaibe #AffaqNaibePoetry #AffaqNaibePoemHunter #ForeverSonnets