HUSH! heard you that horseman? how madly he rides! God pity the woman his coming that bides! Wild oaths wafted up on the wind as he passed, And a shade o'er the moonlight that moment was cast. What stirs there? No bugle the barracks have blown; No drum beats to quarters; yet, watching alone, While the howl of the dogs fills the midnight with fear, Some foe stealing by in the darkness, I hear. Has the Turk crossed the border? the Tartar come back With the vengeance of murder and fire in his track? There's a foot by the window; a flame on the floor; — And lo! 'twas the wind and the moonbeam — no more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NORTHBOUN' by LUCY ARIEL WILLIAMS THE GRAVE OF HOMER by ALCAEUS OF MESSENE THE FLIGHT OF THE GODDESS by CELIA THAXTER THE FROGS: THE FROGS' SONG by ARISTOPHANES BIARTEY'S SPINNING SONG, FR. THE RIDING TO LITHEND by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |