Alfred Noyes Poems
|81.||Daddy Fell Into The Pond.||1/1/2004|
|85.||Beethoven In Central Park||4/6/2010|
|88.||An Open Boat||4/6/2010|
|90.||A Song Of Sherwood||1/3/2003|
|91.||A Prayer In Time Of War||1/3/2003|
|92.||A New Madrigal To An Old Melody||4/6/2010|
|93.||A Loom Of Years||1/1/2004|
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—
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.
He'd a French cocked-hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin,
The Elfin Artist
In a glade of an elfin forest
When Sussex was Eden-new,
I came on an elvish painter
And watched as his picture grew,
A harebell nodded beside him.
He dipt his brush in the dew.
And it might be the wild thyme round him
That shone in the dark strange ring;