Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | August 22, 2008

POEM OF THE DAY: Meeting at Night

by Robert Browning (1812 – 1889).


Meeting at Night


The gray 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,                               5

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,                                    10

And a voice less loud, through its joys and fears,         

Than the two hearts beating each to each!



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