THE rogue, she smiled, then swept away, <br /> Her raven locks behind her streaming; <br />My very pulse forgot to play, <br /> And I was left in wonder dreaming. <br /> <br />The Pleiads lost their charms that night <br /> And Dian lost her bow and quiver; <br />They'd with the damsel taken flight, <br /> And never have been found since—never!<br /><br />Joseph Skipsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-fair-thief/
