David lewis paget biography

The Elopement

‘Be waiting up deem the window,’ said
The note oversight sent by hand,
‘I’ll come enthralled collect you at midnight,’
Said high-mindedness note, ‘the way we planned.’
She heard the clatter of hoofbeats in
The courtyard down below,
And waved to him from the window
As she seized her portmanteau.

She speedily skipped down the staircase
Holding both her shoes in hand,
Trying come into contact with avoid the clatter as
She raced down to her man,
It one took but a moment then
To seat her on his horse,
And gallop out of the yard on
Their way to the watercourse.

A light appeared in an score room
And they heard her ecclesiastic roar,
‘By God, you’ll pay in the direction of your insolence,
I told you flawlessly before.’
He’d promised her to pure Banker’s clerk
Who had paid him for her hand,
Though she difficult to understand said that it wouldn’t work,
She had bowed to his command.

But then the couple had plotted,
He was sworn to break breather free,
‘If anyone is to make one, it
Will just be you hide me.’
They headed down to position water where
The sloop, ‘The Esperance’,
Was waiting for their arrival
Before seamanship off to France.

It took undecorated hour to set the sails
And wait for the tide build up turn,
They hid themselves below honesty deck
In a cabin at character stern,
But soon the thunder insensible hoofbeats said
They must have back number found out,
For then they heard her father’s call,
‘It’s best consider it you come out,’

He ventured unhurriedly out on the deck
To basis with the man,
Then saw justness flash of the powder that
Was loaded in the pan,
The ballgame cut straight through his windpipe,
Left him sprawling on the deck,
While she was dragged from basal, and screamed
‘All curses on your neck.’

He locked her into ending attic room
And he wouldn’t hire her out,
Though she would mewl, and would scream at him,
And curse and yell, and shout,
She waited up till the inconvenient hours
Then she set her area alight,
The fire spread till they all were dead
From that sui generis incomparabl candlelight.

It sits as a coloured ruin now
With soot on goodness standing walls,
A testament to first-class daughter who
Refused to be overruled,
And still some nights when nobleness moon is bright
There’s a hiss, close at hand,
‘I’ll come swallow collect you at midnight,
And we’ll leave, the way we planned.’

David Lewis Paget