Whenever the moon and stars are set, <br />Whenever the wind is high, <br />All night long in the dark and wet, <br />A man goes riding by. <br />Late in the night when the fires are out, <br />Why does he gallop and gallop about? <br />Whenever the trees are crying aloud, <br />And ships are tossed at sea, <br />By, on the highway, low and loud, <br />By at the gallop goes he. <br />By at the gallop he goes, and then <br />By he comes back at the gallop again.<br /><br />Robert Louis Stevenson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/windy-nights/
