David Lewis Paget Poems

I sit in the room in my easy chair
And ponder my life in the gloom,
The source of my wonder is where did it go,
While racing me on to the tomb,
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I walked on down to the travelling show
Thinking to take a ride,
When the barker said, in a voice so low
‘There's a Dancing Girl inside.'
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There once was a tiny cupboard, where
We kept our groceries there,
Just enough room for two to squeeze
Inside, and under the stair,
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The North Wind doth blow, 

And we shall have snow, 

And what will poor Robin do then,
Poor thing…
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The bus rolled up, and parked on the green
It was painted black outside,
With just one sign, up over the door,
‘Come in for a hell of a ride.'
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There's a new thing up on the Internet
And it's how some people ‘Ghost',
They date and chat, but it's after that
That they disappear the most.
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There's something wrong, for I see it now
Burn brightly in my brain,
A simple spark and a flash of light
That becomes a roaring flame,
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You didn't tell me, when I found you
That you were the Witch of Dreams,
You conjured spells in your afternoons
Of many and varied scenes.
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I've followed you out in the yard,
And then when you mounted the stair,
I thought I was watching an angel,
But you didn't know I was there.
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I stare at you and you stare at me,
That picture of me before,
You looked so young in your pedigree
Before we both went to war,
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