Wednesday, April 23, 2014

WINDY NIGHT By Robert Louis Stevenson

Whenever the moon and stars are set;
    Whenever the wind is high,
All might 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 he goes, and then
By he comes back at the gallop again.


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