ON the road, the lonely road, Under the cold white moon, Under the ragged trees he strode; He whistled and shifted his weary load -- Whistled a foolish tune. There was a step timed with his own, A figure that stooped and bowed -- A cold, white blade that gleamed and shone, Like a splinter of daylight downward thrown -- And the moon went behind a cloud. But the moon came out so broad and good, The barn-fowl woke and crowed; Then roughed his feathers in drowsy mood, And the brown owl called to his mate in the wood, That a dead man lay on the road. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE INVITATION by GEORGE HERBERT EPISTLE TO MISS TERESA BLOUNT, ON HER LEAVING THE TOWN by ALEXANDER POPE FOR AN ALLEGORICAL DANCE OF WOMEN (BY ANDREA MANTEGNA) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI SONNET TO A CLAM by JOHN GODFREY SAXE BAYARD TAYLOR by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH ON PRIOR'S SOLOMON by JOHN BYROM TO THE MOST PRINCELY AND VERTUOUS THE LADY ELIZABETH by THOMAS CAMPION |