The Highwayman

Eric is waxing poetic tonight so I thought I would share my favorite poem. I have loved this poem since I first learned to read. My parents bought a set of Childcraft books one year. This poem was in one of the volumes. I loved those books; wonder whatever happened to them?

The Highwayman
Part One
I

The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight, over the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding-

Riding-riding-

The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.

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