THE HORSEMAN
A DOWN the silent street
Where burns no vigil light,
With thunder of flying feet
A horseman rides in the night.
A rider, whip in hand,
Beats on a sleeper’s door,
Warning, perchance command?
But this, and nothing more.
A dreamer awakes within,
Chilled with a vague affright.
Through a world of Fear and Sin
A horseman rides in the night.
WHEN I SAIL TO THE FORTUNATE ISLANDS
WHEN I sail to the Fortunate Islands
Over the Violet Sea,
May one friend, my soul’s friend,
Be there a-sail with me.
On the breast of the deep sweet waters,
In the arms of the white spray,
Sailing, sailing, sailing,
Till we come to Haven Bay.
In the peace of the Fortunate Islands,
By wood and hill and shore,
May one friend, my heart’s friend,
Abide with me evermore.