Poem perfect for a windy autumn night! ~ Bette A. Stevens
- The Wind, poem by Robert Louis Stevenson (silverbirchpress.wordpress.com)
- Autumn Fires, poem by Robert Louis Stevenson (silverbirchpress.wordpress.com)
by Robert Louis Stevenson
Whenever the moon and stars are set,
Whenever the wind is high,
All night long in the dark and wet,
A man goes riding by.
Late in the night when the fires are out,
Why does he gallop and gallop about?
Whenever the trees are crying aloud,
And ships are tossed at sea,
By, on the highway, low and loud,
By at the gallop goes he.
By at the gallop he goes, and then
By he comes back at the gallop again.
PAINTING: “Windy Night” by Marilyn Jacobson, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. Prints available at fineartamerica.com.
EDITOR’S NOTE: A fascinating project about Scottish author Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-1894) is currently in the works — a film about his life in San Francisco, with a screenplay by G.E. Gallas. Find out more at gegallas.wordpress.com.
Comments on: "Windy Nights, poem by Robert Louis Stevenson" (4)
And an award, long deserved and a thank you.
And, many THANKS to you for your thoughtfulness, Marilyn.
Yet another great poem. You know I thought tonight had a poetic feel to it too. Blessings, Natalie