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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,
A coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin;
They fitted with never a wrinkle: his boots were up to the thigh!
And he rode with a jewelled twinkle,
His pistol butts a-twinkle,
His rapier hilt a-twinkle, under the jewelled sky.
Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard,
And he tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred;
He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord's daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.
And dark in the dark old inn-yard a stable-wicket creaked
Where Tim the ostler listened; his face was white and peaked;
His eyes were hollows of madness, his hair like mouldy hay,
But he loved the landlord's daughter,
The landlord's red-lipped daughter,
Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the robber say—
'One kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I'm after a prize to-night,
But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light;
Yet, if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day,
Then look for me by moonlight,
Watch for me by moonlight,
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way.'
He rose upright in the stirrups; he scarce could reach her hand,
But she loosened her hair i' the casement! His face burnt like a brand
As the black cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast;
And he kissed its waves in the moonlight,
(Oh, sweet, black waves in the moonlight!)
Then he tugged at his rein in the moonliglt, and galloped away to the West.
He did not come in the dawning; he did not come at noon;
And out o' the tawny sunset, before the rise o' the moon,
When the road was a gypsy's ribbon, looping the purple moor,
A red-coat troop came marching—
King George's men came matching, up to the old inn-door.
They said no word to the landlord, they drank his ale instead,
But they gagged his daughter and bound her to the foot of her narrow bed;
Two of them knelt at her casement, with muskets at their side!
There was death at every window;
And hell at one dark window;
For Bess could see, through her casement, the road that he would ride.
They had tied her up to attention, with many a sniggering jest;
They had bound a musket beside her, with the barrel beneath her breast!
'Now, keep good watch!' and they kissed her.
She heard the dead man say—
Look for me by moonlight;
Watch for me by moonlight;
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way!
She twisted her hands behind her; but all the knots held good!
She writhed her hands till her fingers were wet with sweat or blood!
They stretched and strained in the darkness, and the hours crawled by like years,
Till, now, on the stroke of midnight,
Cold, on the stroke of midnight,
The tip of one finger touched it! The trigger at least was hers!
The tip of one finger touched it; she strove no more for the rest!
Up, she stood up to attention, with the barrel beneath her breast,
She would not risk their hearing; she would not strive again;
For the road lay bare in the moonlight;
Blank and bare in the moonlight;
And the blood of her veins in the moonlight throbbed to her love's refrain .
Tlot-tlot; tlot-tlot! Had they heard it? The horse-hoofs ringing clear;
Tlot-tlot, tlot-tlot, in the distance? Were they deaf that they did not hear?
Down the ribbon of moonlight, over the brow of the hill,
The highwayman came riding,
The red-coats looked to their priming! She stood up, straight and still!
Tlot-tlot, in the frosty silence! Tlot-tlot, in the echoing night!
Nearer he came and nearer! Her face was like a light!
Her eyes grew wide for a moment; she drew one last deep breath,
Then her finger moved in the moonlight,
Her musket shattered the moonlight,
Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him—with her death.
He turned; he spurred to the West; he did not know who stood
Bowed, with her head o'er the musket, drenched with her own red blood!
Not till the dawn he heard it, his face grew grey to hear
How Bess, the landlord's daughter,
The landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Had watched for her love in the moonlight, and died in the darkness there.
Back, he spurred like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky,
With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high!
Blood-red were his spurs i' the golden noon; wine-red was his velvet coat,
When they shot him down on the highway,
Down like a dog on the highway,
And he lay in his blood on the highway, with the bunch of lace at his throat.
And still of a winter's night, they say, when the wind is in the trees,
When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
A highwayman comes riding—
A highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door.
Over the cobbles he clatters and clangs in the dark inn-yard;
He taps with his whip on the shutters, but all is locked and barred;
He whistles a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord's daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair. read more »
2.First Day at School
A millionbillionwillion miles from home
Waiting for the bell to go. (To go where?)
Why are they all so big, other children?
So noisy? So much at home they read more »
I put my heart to school
In the world, where men grow wise,
"Go out," I said, "and learn the rule;
Come back when you win a prize." read more »
I love to rise in a summer morn
When the birds sing on every tree;
The distant huntsman winds his horn,
And the skylark sings with me. read more »
5.The Country Schoolmaster
A MASTER of a country school
Jump'd up one day from off his stool, read more »
6.Among School Children
I WALK through the long schoolroom questioning;
A kind old nun in a white hood replies;
The children learn to cipher and to sing,
To study reading-books and histories, read more »
7.September, The First Day Of School
My child and I hold hands on the way to school,
And when I leave him at the first-grade door read more »
When storm-clouds rumble in the sky and June showers come down.
The moist east wind comes marching over the heath to blow its
bagpipes among the bamboos.
Then crowds of flowers come out of a sudden, from nobody knows read more »
9.A School Song
<i>Prelude to "Stalky & Co."</i>
<i>"Let us now praise famous men"-- read more »
Awake, of Muse, the echoes of a day
Long past, the ghosts of mem'ries manifold --
Youth's memories that once were green and gold
But now, alas, are grim and ashen grey. read more »
11.The Latest School
See the flying French depart
Like the bees of Bonaparte,
Swarming up with a most venomous vitality.
Over Baden and Bavaria, read more »
12.On Old Man's Thought Of School
AN old man's thought of School;
An old man, gathering youthful memories and blooms, that youth itself
read more »
New School Poems
- Schools, MOHAMMAD SKATI
- Uniforms in schools., Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
- School, Kumarmani Mahakul
- World A Great School., Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
- An school reconstructed., Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
- A School by Okoemu Barnabas, Okoemu Barnabas
- Schools place of transformation., Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
- BACK TO SCHOOL, MOHAMMAD SKATI
- AT SCHOOL, MOHAMMAD SKATI
- Boring School, Prem Methuku
- Prisoners of Hope, Emone Emmanuel
- Moving Up, Ami White
- Back To School, But There Is A Coming War, MOHAMMAD SKATI
- Alankar (Decor) -170, Indira Renganathan
- School! ! !, Harshit Sheth
- School is fun, Supriya Prathapan
- School, M.Laurel Vijitha ...
- School can be..., Sam Chivers
- The Bromfords School, cameron weedon
- School's out, killed killa
- ansar ud deen, umoh cyril
- Welcome back To School!, Anthony Shurland Phillander
- School Days, Michael Peterson
- The Lesson Left Untaught, Prince Tiwari
- School- My Palace, shivani pillai
- Surroundings-35, Indira Renganathan
- Poem of the Totem, Fox Tail
- School, ZaKyr Davis
- School V/s College, Ankit Gupta(ANSH)
- A Pulitzer Prize, Udiah (witness to Yah)
- School, Nikki Auu
- Back To School., Darlington Chukwunyere
- The School Days are near!, HudaM DeGratePoet
- fish swim, Shaun Shane
- Haiku - the old school bell, john tiong chunghoo
- Grade, Custous Angelus
- The lesson left untaught, Dashon Coleman
- school is not the life for me, michelle louise commons
- I Had To Skip School, Abegale Costilla
- School, Hayley K...
- .........Old-School, NikMorgan ...
- why me?, shannon taylor
- School Is Cool, Amber Rainer
- School, Parth Parekh
- School, Alison Mills
- School, One Self
- school school school, somebody u will never know
- Higher Education..., (brief renderings) Joe Fazio
- The School Of Life, (brief renderings) Joe Fazio
- School is Like, Darren Arrogante
- My Sweet School, Sherbanu Molu
- The School Of Life..., (brief renderings) Joe Fazio
- On my way to school (ballad attempt), Venus Fire
- school, anees akbar
- Weirdo school, emma justin
- school, samantha macmillan
- The Perfect school, gautam sharma
- Back to School, Christina Phan
- school!, little angel
- Dancing On Tables, Margaret Alice
- going to school, Timothy Honeycutt
- School Is Out, Christina Phan
- Last day of my school, Muhammad Raza Master
- I Can't Go to School, jasmine shipp
- in school, Sally Minns
- saying good bye, lynsey kendrick
- what is school like?, Jacob Gifford
- School, david mitchell
- school, trevor adams
- School, Brian Aji
- School, mary simonson
- The Yellow School Bus, RaShawn Ince
- School, Sabrina Oney
- school, Harriett Bishop
- carpe diem