David Lewis Paget Poems

He called for me from his hospital bed,
He needed a priest, and soon,
The old man lay in his disarray
In the cool of the afternoon,
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The past is full of shades and shapes
Of people, come and gone,
'Whatever happened to so and so, '
We say, when the mood is on;
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Every time
I hold this pen
I feel some moving spirit stir,
Like mist in distant valleys, pouring
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'I've noticed that light before, ' she said,
'In the pale of the dawn
In a passing storm,
In the eyes of a child having fun;
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The cottage was old, it needed some work
The walls were of crumbling stone,
The windows, like eyes in a tumbledown Kirk
Were staring, like sockets of bone;
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Woman, oh Woman,
Why do you try me,
Why do you shake me,
Break me
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Gordon O'Gord and Michael De Ville
Lived next door to an old landfill,
Gordon was nine and a half, they say,
And Michael nine on the following day.
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I heard my friend died yesterday,
It knocked me off my feet,
I'd passed the time of day with him
Last Wednesday, on the street,
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While sifting through old photographs
Of childhood, black and white,
I came across a scene that stirred
My memory, overnight,
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‘Come out, come out! ' I whispered to her,
‘Come out from your padded walls,
There's a world of love that waits you here,
There are hills and waterfalls,
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