David Lewis Paget Poems

The sea of storms came in
To batter our barley coast,
I was determined to sink or swim,
You to be drowned, and lost.
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Both Zhang and Tao, and Wang and Chen
They stare at the Chinese moon,
For the fifteenth day of the eighth month
They’ve waited and prayed at noon,
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I'd decided that I'd drown myself
And waded from the shore,
If I had to live without you
I would want to live no more,
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You sat in your chair, and read your book,
As often I've seen you do,
While each now and then I'd peek a look,
A glance filled with love for you.
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My Uncle John was a woebegone
In the all out way of things,
Wherever he went, no sun had shone
And we all were ding-a-lings.
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By a stream of running water,
Underneath a moonless sky,
Like a nightmare of a slaughter
The blood-spattered train goes by.
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He was only a simple storyteller
But looked much like a clown,
He wore red, yellow and jingle bells
When coming to our town,
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There wasn't a lot of the Castle left,
A couple of Towers, and Keep,
Most of the walls had fallen in
To a courtyard, full of sheep.
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Christmastime was lurking at
The corner of the street,
Just waiting for the 25th.,
It tried to be discreet.
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By field and by coppice
By tumbleweed and marigold,
Skipping at the butterflies
And chattering at the wood,
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