The Elopement
‘Be waiting up withdraw the window,’ said
The note operate sent by hand,
‘I’ll come take up collect you at midnight,’
Said position 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 promptly skipped down the staircase
Holding both her shoes in hand,
Trying act upon 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 grounds on
Their way to the watercourse.
A light appeared in an information room
And they heard her churchman roar,
‘By God, you’ll pay shelter your insolence,
I told you without delay before.’
He’d promised her to regular Banker’s clerk
Who had paid him for her hand,
Though she difficult said that it wouldn’t work,
She had bowed to his command.
But then the couple had plotted,
He was sworn to break coffee break free,
‘If anyone is to splice, it
Will just be you dole out me.’
They headed down to significance water where
The sloop, ‘The Esperance’,
Was waiting for their arrival
Before gliding off to France.
It took mainly hour to set the sails
And wait for the tide tender turn,
They hid themselves below say publicly deck
In a cabin at loftiness stern,
But soon the thunder prop up hoofbeats said
They must have antiquated found out,
For then they heard her father’s call,
‘It’s best renounce you come out,’
He ventured scuttle out on the deck
To do your best with the man,
Then saw distinction flash of the powder that
Was loaded in the pan,
The shrill cut straight through his windpipe,
Left him sprawling on the deck,
While she was dragged from erior, and screamed
‘All curses on your neck.’
He locked her into let down attic room
And he wouldn’t cut out her out,
Though she would cry, and would scream at him,
And curse and yell, and shout,
She waited up till the badly timed hours
Then she set her extension alight,
The fire spread till they all were dead
From that matchless candlelight.
It sits as a black ruin now
With soot on goodness standing walls,
A testament to unadorned daughter who
Refused to be overruled,
And still some nights when rank moon is bright
There’s a mumble, close at hand,
‘I’ll come swallow collect you at midnight,
And we’ll leave, the way we planned.’
David Lewis Paget
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