And Alfred Noyes wrote a lot more poems than just The Highwayman. Here is one:

CAROL, every violet has   
Heaven for a looking-glass!   
   
Every little valley lies   
Under many-clouded skies;   
Every little cottage stands         
Girt about with boundless lands.   
Every little glimmering pond   
Claims the mighty shores beyond—   
Shores no seamen ever hailed,   
Seas no ship has ever sailed.   
   
All the shores when day is done   
Fade into the setting sun,   
So the story tries to teach   
More than can be told in speech.   
   
Beauty is a fading flower,   
Truth is but a wizard's tower,   
Where a solemn death-bell tolls,   
And a forest round it rolls.   
   
We have come by curious ways   
To the light that holds the days;   
We have sought in haunts of fear   
For that all-enfolding sphere:   
And lo! it was not far, but near.   
We have found, O foolish-fond,   
The shore that has no shore beyond.   
   
Deep in every heart it lies   
With its untranscended skies;   
For what heaven should bend above   
Hearts that own the heaven of love?   
   
Carol, Carol, we have come   
Back to heaven, back to home.