David Lewis Paget

Bronze Star - 2,520 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

921. Why Does My Faith... 10/23/2007
922. Widdershins 6/20/2012
923. Winter Comes... 3/15/2008
924. Woman 3/30/2008
925. Woman In Black 11/4/2012
926. Woman In Child 9/18/2005
927. Woman Of Stone 3/15/2012
928. Wood Men 1/25/2013
929. Words 9/30/2005
930. Would He Even Know Me Now? 3/4/2008
931. Wrong Mountain! 12/18/2014
932. Wry! 11/6/2009
933. Www. 6/9/2008
934. Wych Elm 9/18/2005
935. Yesterdays Lost 2/11/2013
936. Yggdrasil 10/27/2009
937. You Can'T Come In! 7/17/2014
938. You Can'T Go Out Today! 10/4/2013
939. You Were Only Talking... 2/22/2008
940. You'Ve Got Magic! 4/30/2009
941. Zanzibar! 12/14/2014
942. Zombie 4/13/2013
943. Zorga's Gate 7/27/2013
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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