Catherine Gables Poem by David Lewis Paget

What would you with me
Catherine Gables,
Turn my face
From my winter stables,
Call at the year
That my no-love lies in,
Treat the hurt
And the waste you're wise in,
Tease me and taunt
At the old love fables...
What would you with me,
Catherine Gables?

All of my shores
Are the grey of breakers
Seen from the tors of
Those same home-acres,
If there were time
And the old spark in me
I'd take heart
And a heart would win me,
Love was a dream
That I let slip past me;
What would you now,
Would you still unmask me?

If I could halt
At the port, no storm in
Red sky lit
At some shepherd's warning,
Maybe I'd take all the grief
That grieves me,
Bury it deep in the land
That needs me,
Bar the shutters
And bolt the stables,
Do what I would
With Catherine Gables!

10 June 1984