Lines for a Sun-Dial
With shadowy pen I write,
Till time be done,
Good news of some strange light,
Some far off sun.
This poem is in the public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on October 18, 2026, by the Academy of American Poets.
Part I
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—
Riding—riding—
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.