UPON a steed he came with speed,
The Day behind him breaking;
And still he sped when Day o'erhead
Her last farewell was taking.
'Ah, whither fliest?—Name thy goal!'
'The Dark from which I bounded!'
He spake and fled; and in my soul,
The voice night-long resounded.
Joseph Skipsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-mysterious-rider/
