Whenever the moon and stars are set, Whenever the wind is high, All night long in the dark and wet, A man goes riding by. Late in the night when the fires are out, Why does he gallop and gallop about?

A child should always say what's true And speak when he is spoken to, And behave mannerly at table; At least as far as he is able.

I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me, And what can be the use of him is more than I can see. He is very, very like me from the heels up to the h…

In winter I get up at night And dress by yellow candle-light. In summer quite the other way, I have to go to bed by day.

Alone he rides, alone, The fair and fatal king: Dark night is all his own, That strange and solemn thing.

There paused to shut the door A fellow called the Wind, With mystery before, And reticence behind.

To man, that was in th' evening made, Stars gave the first delight; Admiring, in the gloomy shade, Those little drops of light.