I. <br /> <br />The grey 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 /> II. <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, thro' its joys and fears, <br />Than the two hearts beating each to each!<br /><br />Robert Browning<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/meeting-at-night/
