‘I’ll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should
                    bar the way!’ —  Alfred Noyes ‘The Highwayman’

I was reading him ‘The Highwayman’
As he lay tucked up in his bed,
My fingers drumming the horses hooves
On the back of the book as I read;
I read by a ribbon of moonlight
As he turned to me to say:
‘I hope that he dodges the soldiers!
Though hell should bar his way!’
But I lost myself in that wild ride
Of a man in a velvet coat —
And when I looked he was fast asleep
With a bunch of sheet at his throat.