Alfred Noyes Poems
|82.||The Trumpet Call||4/6/2010|
|85.||The War Widow||4/6/2010|
|86.||The Young Friar||4/6/2010|
|87.||To A Successful Man||4/6/2010|
|88.||To The R.A.F||1/3/2003|
|89.||Touchstone On A Bus||4/6/2010|
|93.||What Grandfather Said||4/6/2010|
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,
Political morality differs from individual morality, because there is no power above the State. -- General von Bernardi.
Shadow by shadow, stripped for fight,
The lean black cruisers search the sea.
Night-long their level shafts of light
Revolve,and find no enemy.
Only they know each leaping wave
May hide the lightning, and their grave.