I am looking for a poem that I read a long time ago, but I cannot remember the poet. I am pretty sure the title is "the highway man" - NOT by Alfred Noyes , or "the traveller"....something like that.....and I can remember the first verse which goes like this:
Where the cliff hangs hollow,
where the gloom falls chill,
you hear a something follow, follow, follow down the hill.
Where the horses sweat and lather,
and the dusk begins to gather,
it is there where I shall meet you, and will greet you,
you sir traveller.
Any help on this would be greatly appreciated!