Alfred Noyes
The Highwayman came riding, riding, riding..." That is how the poem, "The Highwayman," begins. From that point on, you are pulled into the story. You can see <i>The Highwayman," riding up to the inn, hear the horses feet on the cobblestones and see Beth, "plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair." As a child, this was one of my favorite poems. It still is.
the highwayman
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