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.
~Alfred Noyes, "The Highwayman"
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