Volume I Part 28 (1/2)

I

When that I loved a maiden My heaven was in her eyes, And when they bent above me I knew no deeper skies; But when her heart forsook me My spirit broke its bars, For grief beyond the sunset And love beyond the stars.

II

When that I loved a maiden She seemed the world to me: Now is my soul the universe, My dreams the sky and sea: There is no heaven above me, No glory binds or bars My grief beyond the sunset, My love beyond the stars.

III

When that I loved a maiden I wors.h.i.+pped where she trod; But, when she clove my heart, the cleft Set free the imprisoned G.o.d: Then was I king of all the world, My soul had burst its bars, For grief beyond the sunset And love beyond the stars.

THE HIGHWAYMAN

PART ONE

I

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-- Riding--riding-- The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.

II

He'd a French c.o.c.ked-hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin, A coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin; They fitted with never a wrinkle: his boots were up to the thigh!

And he rode with a jewelled twinkle, His pistol b.u.t.ts a-twinkle, His rapier hilt a-twinkle, under the jewelled sky.

III

Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard, And he tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred; He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there But the landlord's black-eyed daughter, Bess, the landlord's daughter, Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.

IV

And dark in the dark old inn-yard a stable-wicket creaked Where Tim the ostler listened; his face was white and peaked; His eyes were hollows of madness, his hair like mouldy hay, But he loved the landlord's daughter, The landlord's red-lipped daughter, Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the robber say--

V

”One kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I'm after a prize to-night, But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light; Yet, if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day, Then look for me by moonlight, Watch for me by moonlight, I'll come to thee by moonlight, though h.e.l.l should bar the way.”

VI

He rose upright in the stirrups; he scarce could reach her hand, But she loosened her hair i' the cas.e.m.e.nt! His face burnt like a brand As the black cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast; And he kissed its waves in the moonlight, (Oh, sweet black waves in the moonlight!) Then he tugged at his rein in the moonlight, and galloped away to the West.

PART TWO

I