David Lewis Paget Poems

I thought that I was the only one
Who had never found a mate,
I'd been so busy with other things
That I'd left it up to fate,
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They had said that he was dying but
He might as well be home,
He was taking up an empty bed
At the hospital, in Rome,
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Love is some trick
You play on me,
Some sleight, some glance,
Tenacity!
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At Granite Island’s seaward side
We sat, and watched the surging tide,
The rapid rip, the capping crest,
The stinging spray, the ragged nest;
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When I was a boy I searched the skies
For the truth, a star, and the worldly wise,
But ever the path of the brightest lay
On my neighbour’s roof, or another’s way.
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If all the world were pen and ink
And all the folk were sorrow,
If all the trees were burly breeze
And Wednesdays, come tomorrow,
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The woman to grace my garden would
Have generous hips and thighs,
Long curling hair and a playful stare
A come hither look in her eyes,
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Wherever I go, I see her face
Reflected in streets and malls,
Wherever I track, in looking back
She's hiding behind stone walls,
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The rain came down in a torrent, while
The rest of the world had slept,
The mud it churned was abhorrent,
It was as if the planet wept.
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‘It's coming in every night, ' she said,
‘And creeping across the floor,
It gives me an awful fright, ' she said,
‘Though I'm sure to lock the door.
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