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
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