David Lewis Paget
David Lewis Paget Poems
|921.||The Second Coming||6/22/2012|
|922.||The Second-Hand Gown||12/24/2015|
|923.||The Secret Women's Clique||9/8/2013|
|924.||The Secret Wood||11/7/2014|
|926.||The Seeds Of Disaster||1/12/2014|
|927.||The Serpent In The Pool||8/4/2013|
|928.||The Seventh Floor||12/9/2013|
|929.||The Shadow Eater||9/21/2015|
|930.||The Shadow Makers||12/23/2014|
|931.||The Shadow Of Elspeth Brown||5/22/2012|
|932.||The Shadow Of God||9/15/2016|
|934.||The Shopfront Fire||6/8/2015|
|935.||The Sin Eater||5/15/2014|
|937.||The Slag Heap||1/8/2016|
|940.||The Snow Queen||1/18/2013|
|942.||The Soul Collector||1/4/2013|
|943.||The Sound Of The Spheres||7/25/2012|
|944.||The Spawn Of War||4/8/2015|
|950.||The Stand-Over Man||7/5/2015|
|952.||The Starlings Have To Be Fed!||4/28/2015|
|955.||The Storm & The Tall-Ship Pier||11/2/2013|
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.