David Lewis Paget Poems

She had met this handsome stranger
So she told me, at some dance,
And I knew then she'd be leaving me,
I didn't stand a chance,
...

The cottage in the country
Had become my main retreat,
From the chaos of the city,
From its never ending beat,
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She stood in front of the mirror, staring
Combing her long dark hair,
A black cat jumped on her shoulder, purring
The Witch of Aberdare.
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She'd come down alone from the house on the hill,
But changed, I could see that too,
‘I can't, any longer, keep seeing you Phil,
I just don't believe in you! '
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He sat on top of the headland in
The driving, pouring rain,
The way that the clouds were gathering,
He'd never be dry again,
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He'd been away with the army then
For almost twenty years,
And walking back to his village he
Had expected smiles and tears,
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There isn't a sign, there isn't a trace
Of Isabel Groom on the planet's face,
She stalked from the room in a great distress
With a foot long tear in her party dress.
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She came back home from a morning class
And she thought to find him there,
She called for him in the morning room
And she climbed the wooden stair,
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From the time the land had fallen away
He could only see the sea,
And the billowing sails, the wooden rails
And the halyards, struggling free,
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She saw her friend on the Monday,
At the fountain, by the square,
Her skin had seemed to be glowing
With the sunlight on her hair.
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