Whenever the moon and stars are set,
Whenever the wind is high,
All night long in the dark and wet,
A man goes riding by.
Late in the night when the fires are out,
Why does he gallop and gallop about?
Whenever the trees are crying aloud,
And ships are tossed at sea,
By, on the highway, low and loud,
By at the gallop goes he.
By at the gallop he goes, and then
By he comes back at the gallop again.
Whenever the wind is high,
All night long in the dark and wet,
A man goes riding by.
Late in the night when the fires are out,
Why does he gallop and gallop about?
Whenever the trees are crying aloud,
And ships are tossed at sea,
By, on the highway, low and loud,
By at the gallop goes he.
By at the gallop he goes, and then
By he comes back at the gallop again.
Robert Louis Stevenson
I don't know why, it's quite different, but this piece always reminds me of The Smugglers Song by Rudyard Kipling. Maybe it's those men going riding by. http://anafflictionofpoetry.blogspot.co.nz/2010/11/rudyard-kipling-smugglers-song.html
Maybe it's more about the style of the time, with the heavy rhyme and strong meter. Anyway I hope you enjoyed, and maybe dream the about wind-swept countryside in days gone by. (And then wake up to 2014 :)
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Have a great week
A.J. Ponder
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