Classic Poem

Who is, who is yon rider, that rides, yet does not move from the spot? â?¦ Be still, my blood, be still, don't cry — yon rider strange am I myself.
At the middle of night, amidst the field, is someone standing in his way? â?¦ Be still, my blood, be still, don't cry — yon rider strange, am I myself.
And if it's dark all around, why does the rider not turn back? — Be still, my blood, be still, don't cry — yon rider strange, am I myself.