~~~ Meetings at Night ~~~ by: Robert Browning
The grey sea and the long black land; And the yellow have 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 swarm scented beaches; Three fields to cross till a farm appears; A tap at the pane a quick sharp scratch And blue spurt of a lighted match And a voice less loud, thro' its joys and fears Than the two hearts beating each to each
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