David Lewis Paget
David Lewis Paget Poems
|1122.||The Coffin Bell||4/5/2015|
|1124.||A Chaste Affair||6/30/2015|
|1125.||The Gathering In...||6/24/2015|
|1128.||The Bad Timekeeper||7/14/2015|
|1130.||The Lazy Eye||8/9/2015|
|1131.||The Mangling Hook||7/26/2015|
|1132.||A Long Wait||8/24/2015|
|1133.||The Paper Girl||11/2/2014|
|1136.||The Will Of God||11/19/2014|
|1137.||A Letter From Bedlam||12/5/2014|
|1141.||The Living Dead||6/10/2014|
|1142.||The Book On The Topmost Shelf||7/14/2014|
|1143.||Following The Sage||11/23/2017|
|1144.||The Dragon Ship||9/28/2015|
|1146.||The Widow Of Gretchley Green||11/19/2017|
|1147.||Stored In The Heart||5/20/2017|
|1148.||The End Of Dream||11/3/2017|
|1151.||In Search Of...||5/15/2017|
|1152.||Turn Of The Knife||12/28/2015|
|1154.||The Little Toy Shop||4/11/2017|
|1157.||The Carnival Enterprise||1/16/2017|
Comments about David Lewis Paget
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 ...
Sir John De Vere
Sir John de Vere has took a quill
And set himself to sit and write
The sweetest love that is of men
To take unto his heart's delight.
And he has took a damsel fair
That flitteth by, beseemingly,
And with a strand of golden hair
Begun to weave her mystery.