The Highwayman by Alfred Noyes - One of my favourite poems since elementary school (and also of Loreena McKennitt songs.) Ink and watercolour.
"He rose upright in the stirrups; he scarce could reach her hand,
But she loosened her hair i' the casement! His face burnt like a brand
As the black cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast;
And he kissed its waves in the moonlight,
(Oh, sweet black waves in the moonlight!)
Then he tugged at his rein in the moonlight, and galloped away to the West."
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