A hurry of hoofs in a village street,
A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark,
And beneath, from the pebbles, in passing, a spark
Struck out by a steed flying fearless and fleet;
That was all! And yet, through the gloom and the light,
The fate of a nation was riding that night...
Paul Revere's ride, 18 April 1775
Reproduction of painting by William Robinson Leigh.
Library of Congress collection
A less poetic, more factual telling of the ride can be found here.