“He rode across the Moor at night”

According to his 1837 volume of poems (see vol. Ill), Branwell composed the first draft of Lines—”Now then I am alone”—on December 17, 1835, and of The Spirit of Poetry sometime in 1835. No manuscripts have been found. He rode across the Moor at night ¹ When starlight only shone But even their dim beams were bright In that woe which weighted] His Spirit down He galloped onward furiously But could not fly from ca[re] He fearless faced the winter wind But could not give His thoughts to air