Upon horseback, or mare,
To the highwayman’s lair,
And, if he appeared, hunt him down like a hare.
Over No-Man’s-Land[2] the moon shines bright,
And the furze and the fern in its liquid light
Glitter and gleam of a silvery white;
The lengthened track which the cart-wheels make,
Winds o’er the heath like a mighty snake,
And silence o’er that lonely wold
Doth undisputed empire hold,