I need help with rewriting the final stanza (before the italized ones) of The Highwayman.
Is this the stanza?
"Back, he spurred like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky,
With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high!
Blood-red were his spurs in the golden noon, wine-red was his velvet coat
When they shot him down in the highway,
Down like a dog in the highway,
And he lay in his blood in the highway, with the bunch of lace at his throat."
We'll be glad to comment on your rewording of this stanza.