UPON a steed he came with speed,
The Day behind him breaking;
And still he sped when Day o'erhead
Her last farewell was taking.
'Ah, whither fliest?-Name thy goal!'
'The Dark from which I bounded!'
He spake and fled; and in my soul,
The voice night-long resounded.
The Mysterious Rider
Joseph Skipsey
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Poem topics: dark, farewell, night, voice, soul, long, goal, speed, Valentine's Day, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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