The Highwayman

by Alfred Noyes

The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees.
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas.
The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding—
Riding—riding
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.
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What genre does this piece belong in?
A.
a myth
B.
drama
C.
a biography
D.
poetry