THE rogue, she smiled, then swept away,
Her raven locks behind her streaming;
My very pulse forgot to play,
And I was left in wonder dreaming.
The Pleiads lost their charms that night
And Dian lost her bow and quiver;
They'd with the damsel taken flight,
And never have been found since—never!
Joseph Skipsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-fair-thief/
