Thursday, February 28, 2013

Meeting at Night by Robert Browning


rb.jpgMeeting at Night
by Robert Browning

I
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.

II
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, thro' its joys and fears,
Than the two hearts beating each to each!

The ending on this poem is excellent. A link to learn more is here. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_Browning