David Lewis Paget Poems

I stood in front of the guillotine
And paled at the sharpened blade,
The motor hummed as my mind went numb
And my body shook and swayed,
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Islands of memories
Cities of stone,
Sentinels of silence
In the great all-alone,
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She sat, head bent,
In her old, grey chair,
The blinds were pulled and drawn,
The shadows caught
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The train pulled away from the station,
The driver grinned up at the box,
The signalman glowered at the driver's face
As he slotted the lever across,
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For years, the 'Muse of the Heavenly Gates'
Had stood in the shade of a country lane,
Quietly tending its residents there,
The old, the feeble, the stark insane.
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I well remember Sir Gordon Fitch
As much for his wealth as his plain language,
A spade was a 'bloody shovel' to him,
In truth, he was an arrogant man.
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What can I do, Harry the Wu,
A policeman will come
And ask questions of you,
He'll pull out his book
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I'll not lie down, nor sit and wait
The black-draped barge to float on by,
Nor offer up my throat, like ears of corn
To wait the sickle sigh,
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'I won't be back 'til very late, '
The note from her had read,
He poured himself another drink
And headed off to bed,
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They met at the Station of Henley Scarp
Set deep in the countryside,
He told her he'd meet her in London Town
When the hue and the cry had died,
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