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—


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


Alfred Noyes, “The Highwayman”

Ballads are in essence adventure stories told in song meter and ballad poets are the extension of Homer’s bards. “The Highwayman” is one of the most rip-snorting and famous of the bunch. It’s a thrilling ride, capturing the edge of adventure in every metered nuance.