David Lewis Paget Poems

‘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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The women gathered in Hurtle Square,
Or what had remained of it,
They'd coloured their lips and they'd curled their hair
They'd powdered themselves, most everywhere,
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We were off to visit the Carnival,
Me, George and Julie Anne,
George was our mother's boyfriend,
(Though in fact, he was a man!)
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The Tsarevitch lay moaning,
He was dying in his bed,
The bleeding wouldn't stop,
It turned the little fellow's head,
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He lived in a tiny attic, set
Way up on the second floor,
I’d never have known he lived there, but
He left his shoes by the door,
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She wandered down to the rocky beach
On the first Monday in June,
She wore a shawl, and carried a wreath
And sat for the afternoon,
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I pass my time with the living dead
As I sit in my home, alone,
As spectres range through my fevered head,
I don't have a telephone,
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The bones of a Barquentine still lie
On the reef at Shipwreck Cove,
You can see the spars at the lowest tide
Where it sank with its treasure trove,
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He was standing out on the balcony
While the party raged inside,
I’d had enough of the trivial talk,
Boosting each other’s pride,
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He'd spent his life as a Turnkey
At His Majesty's Prison, Whailes,
The Warder, Walter McMurtrey
Of the grim and unwholesome tales,
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