MEETING AT NIGHT
by: Robert Browning (1812-1889)
- HE gray
sea and the long black land;
- And the yellow half-moon large and low;
- And the startled little waves that leap
- In fiery ringlets from their sleep,
- As I gain the cove with pushing prow,
- And quench its speed i' the slushy sand.
- Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach;
- Three fields to cross till a farm appears;
- A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch
- And blue spurt of a lighted match,
- And a voice less loud, through its joys and fears,
- Than the two hearts beating each to each!
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