Sherwood in the twilight, is Robin Hood awake?
Grey and ghostly shadows are gliding through the brake,
Shadows of the dappled deer, dreaming of the morn,
Dreaming of a shadowy man that winds a shadowy horn.
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Read it as a child in Sri Lanka! Bought a newer edition of ft Palgrave’s Golden treasury, & had to look for this online..should have made it into the treasury after 80 years...anyway, Robin Hood was a universal favourite..
My favourite poem of all time. Takes me back to our verse speaking with our teacher, Miss Hannay, at Napier Intermediate in 1937. Lovely language and beautifully written
My favourite poem of all time. Takes me back to Form 2 and verse speaking with our form teacher at Napier Intermediate in 1937. Lovely language and beautifully written. Kenneth Riggs
I remember this poem from my Junior school days, although as a 10 year old there must have been much that passed me by! I love it now for its rhythm and its echoes of my Robin Hood country childhood.
Robin Hood is loved not only in England, and I for one am gladdened by the lilting and jubilant tone of this poem toward him.
Extremely good, Entertaining