Alfred Noyes Poems
|81.||Kilmeny (A Song Of The Trawlers)||1/3/2003|
|82.||Fishers Of Men||4/6/2010|
|83.||Dead Man's Morrice||4/6/2010|
|88.||The Admiral's Ghost||12/9/2003|
|90.||A Loom Of Years||1/1/2004|
|91.||A Song Of Sherwood||1/3/2003|
|92.||A Prayer In Time Of War||1/3/2003|
|93.||Daddy Fell Into The Pond.||1/1/2004|
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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,
Sherwood in the twilight, is Robin Hood awake?
Grey and ghostly shadows are gliding through the brake;
Shadows of the dappled deer, dreaming of the morn,
Dreaming of a shadowy man that winds a shadowy horn.
Robin Hood is here again: all his merry thieves
Hear a ghostly bugle-note shivering through the leaves,
Calling as he used to call, faint and far away,
In Sherwood, in Sherwood, about the break of day.