collage by Robynthepaperboy
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 blue spurt of a lighted match
And a voice less loud, through its joys and fears
Than the two hearts beating each to each
Meeting At Night by Robert Browning
