The wind was a torrent of darkness upon the gusty trees . . .

The wind was a torrent of darkness upon the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight looping the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding–
Riding–riding–
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn door.

Alfred Noyes, excerpted from “The Highwayman”

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Published in: on April 4, 2011 at 8:08 AM  Leave a Comment  
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