David Lewis Paget
David Lewis Paget Poems
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Her hair was as black as a starling's tail,
Her cheeks as pale as a swan,
Her eyes, like two slim moonstones, glowed
And her mouth was the Holy Grail.
She'd played in the dirt of the village street
So long ago, so long...
She'd swum in the pools of the mountain stream,
But now, that girl had gone.
While I still rise with the early bird
To tend to my father's fields,
As the only son of an only son
I watched the woman leave.
She cried sweet tears as she said farewell
And vowed to come back, and soon,
But the village streets of a western ...
Words flutter by us,
Caught in their moments,
Words sent to try us,
‘Loss' and ‘Elopements',
Some may inspire us,
Others may burn,
Once they decry us
They never return