Meeting at Night by Robert Browning

     Meeting at Night
             Robert Browning


The grey 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 the 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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