HIGHWAYMAN-Alfred Noyes

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.....He rose upright in stirrups;he scarce could reach her hand,

but she loosensed her hair i the casement!his face burned like a brand

As the black cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast;

and he kissed the waves in the moonlight(oh sweet black waves in the moonlight)

One kiss my bonny sweetheart, i m after a prize tonight,

but i shall be back with yellow gold before the morning light....

He whistles a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there

but the landlord's blackeyed daughter,

Bess the land lord's daughter,

plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.