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