I had this epiphany the other day, that I’ll preface by confessing that I’ve never been a huge fan of poetry or of reading plays. With all due respect to Shakespeare, trying to read something in play form makes my eyes glaze over even faster than grappling with tax forms. I’d somehow missed the notion that some things were meant to be read aloud. The other day I happened upon Lorena McKennitt’s song The Highwayman. As I listened to it, I realized the lyrics were from Alfred Noyes poem.