David Lewis Paget

Gold Star - 4,994 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

921. The Wake 2/21/2015
922. The Waker Of Dreams 7/21/2013
923. The Warder Of Cruel Delight 2/24/2013
924. The Watcher 1/20/2015
925. The Watching Tree 9/1/2015
926. The Water God 3/3/2013
927. The Water Tower 9/18/2005
928. The Web 10/12/2012
929. The Wedding Of Jenny Mcgill 7/26/2008
930. The Well Of The Water Sprite 6/23/2013
931. The Whispering Wall 7/5/2014
932. The Widow Crope 7/13/2015
933. The Widow Hamm & The Love-Me Tree 4/16/2013
934. The Widow In Black 5/19/2013
935. The Widow Of Martin Black 3/13/2015
936. The Will Of God 11/19/2014
937. The Winding Path 3/1/2015
938. The Winding Stair 8/16/2013
939. The Winter Of Her Heart 1/10/2014
940. The Wishing Well 5/2/2014
941. The Witch & The Windmill 7/31/2013
942. The Witch At Arbor Low 7/18/2012
943. The Witch Of Aberdare 10/3/2014
944. The Witch Of Steen 4/8/2016
945. The Witch Of Willow Vale 1/29/2015
946. The Witches Hat 12/26/2013
947. The Witches Of Little Begone 9/9/2012
948. The Witching Days 3/25/2013
949. The Witching Of Ambrose Crudd 3/9/2013
950. The Wizard Of Barkly Chase 8/21/2013
951. The Wizard Of Clayton Close 9/17/2005
952. The Wizard Of Did! 12/19/2014
953. The Woman Who Never Was 8/22/2015
954. The Wood Of Forgotten Deeds 11/20/2012
955. The Woodland Mass 3/11/2014
956. The Word 5/9/2015
957. The World Outside 3/22/2014
958. The Yellow Bag 6/18/2015
959. The Yellow Doll 5/26/2014
960. Theatre Of Dreams 11/14/2013
Best Poem of David Lewis Paget

Swan Song

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 ...

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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.

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