A Book from Childhood Revisited.

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For research on another project, I’ve been trying to locate an old poem, the title and author of which I do not recall. I thought I remember reading it in an old book I had as a kid, so I bought an old copy through Amazon Market Place. I remember loving this book as a kid. Flipping though it when I got it was a lot of fun. I read again William Blake’s: Tiger! Tiger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? Or a group of odd and (really) amusing epitaphs, like this one for a dentist: Stranger, approach this spot with gravity: John Brown is filling his last cavity. There are also story poems, like “The Highwayman” by Alfred Noyes, made into a song by Loreena McKennitt And still of winter’s night, they say, when the wind is in the trees, When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas, When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor, A highwayman comes riding— Riding—riding— A highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door. Over the cobbles he clatter and clang in the dark inn- yard. And he taps with his whip on the shutter, but all is locked and barred: he whistles a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there But the landlord’s black-eyed daughter, Bess, the landlord’s daughter, Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair. Oh, well. It’s a nice trip down memory lane. Is the book familiar to anyone else? As for the poem that I bought the book for? I’m no closer to finding it. Image is my own