part 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.
He"d a French cocked-hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin,A coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of brown doeskin.
They fitted with never a wrinkle. His boots were up to thethigh.
And he rode with a jewelled twinkle, His pistol butts a-twinkle,His rapier hilt a-twinkle, under the jewelled sky.
Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn- yard.
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 Bess, the landlord"s daughter, The landlord"s black-eyed daughter,Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.
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-" 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 hell should bar the way. "He rose upright in the stirrups. He scarce could reach her hand,But she loosened her hair in the casement. 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, (O, sweet black waves in the moonlight !)Then he tugged at his rein in the moonlight, and galloped away to the west.
part II.
He did not come in the dawning. He did not come at noon.
And out of the tawny sunset, before the rise of the moon,When the road was a gipsy"s ribbon, looping the purple moor,A red-coat troop came marching- Marching-marching-King George"s men came marching, up to the old inn- door.
They said no word to the landlord. They drank his ale instead.
But they gagged his daughter, and bound her to the foot of her narrow bed.
Two of them knelt at her casement, with muskets at their side!
There was death at every window; And hell at one dark window;For Bess could see, through her casement, the road that hewould ride.
They had tied her up to attention, with many a sniggering jest.
They had bound a musket beside her, with the muzzle beneath her breast.
"Now, keep good watch! " and they kissed her. She heard the dead man sayLook for me by moonlight;Watch for me by moonlight;
I"ll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way !
She twisted her hands behind her; but all the knots held good !
She writhed her hands till her fingers were wet with sweator blood !
They stretched and strained in the darkness, and the hours crawled by like years,Till, now, on the stroke of midnight, Cold, on the stroke of midnight,The tip of one finger touched it! The trigger at least was hers!
The tip of one finger touched it; she strove no more for therest!
Up, she stood up to attention, with the muzzle beneath her breast.
She would not risk their hearing; she would not strive again;For the road lay bare in the moonlight, Blank and bare in the moonlight;And the blood of her veins in the moonlight throbbed to her love"s refrain.
Tlot-tlot! tlot-tlot! Had they heard it ? The horse-hoofs ringing clear;Tlot-tlot! tlot-tlot! in the distance. Were they deaf that they did not hear?
Down the ribbon of moonlight, over the brow of the hill, The highwayman came riding-Riding-riding-The red-coats looked to their priming! She stood up, straight and still.
Tlottlot in the frosty silence! tlot-tlot in the echoing night ! Nearer he came, and nearer! Her face was like a light.
Hereyes grew wide for a moment; she drew one last deep breath,Then her finger moved in the moonlight,Her musket shattered the moonlight,
Shattered her breast in the moonlight, and warned him- with her death.
He turned. He spurred to the West; he did not know whostood.
Bowed, with her head o"er the musket, drenched with her own red blood!
Not till the dawn he heard it, and his face grew grey to hear.
How Bess, the landlord"s daughter, The landlord"s black-eyed daughter,Had watched for her love in the moonlight, and died in the darkness there.
Back he spurred like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky,With the white road smoking behind him, and his rapier brandished high!
Blood-red were his spurs i" the golden noon; wine-red was his velvet coat;When they shot him down on the highway, Down like a dog on the highway,And he lay in his blood on the highway, with a bunch of lace athis throat.
And still of a winter"s night, they say, when the wind is in the trees, When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas, When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor, A highwayman comes riding-Riding-riding-A highwayman comes riding up to the old inn-door.
Over the cobbles he clatters and clangs in the dark inn-yard, And he taps with his whip on the shutters, but all is locked andbarred;He whistles a tune to the window, and who should be waiting thereBut the landlord"s black-eyed daughter, Bess, the landlord"s daughter,Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.
-Alfred Noyes.
General Notes.-After you have read and enjoyed this story poem, make a list of all the fine-sounding descriptive lines you can find, e.g., "The wind was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas. " Which King George do you think is meant in the opening stanza of Part II.?
The last two stanzas always sound eerie to us when we read them. Why?
Did you have the same feeling when you read the first and third stanzas?
"Ostler " is an interesting word. It was originally spelt "hosteler, " i.e., a keeper of or a worker at a hostel or inn. But at that time the "h " in hostel was not sounded, and eventually was dropped from the spelling.