UPON a steed he came with speed, <br /> The Day behind him breaking; <br />And still he sped when Day o'erhead <br /> Her last farewell was taking. <br /> <br />'Ah, whither fliest?—Name thy goal!' <br /> 'The Dark from which I bounded!' <br />He spake and fled; and in my soul, <br /> The voice night-long resounded.<br /><br />Joseph Skipsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-mysterious-rider/
